Xavier's car pulled through the gates at 11:47 PM.
He'd been gone for fourteen hours. Fourteen hours of meetings, interrogations, tracking down leads on who'd sent that message to Nana.
Fourteen hours of coming up empty.
Whoever had threatened her was smart. Careful. Had covered their tracks perfectly.
Which made them even more dangerous.
Xavier entered through the front door, his body exhausted but his mind alert. The mansion was quiet—guards at their posts, security systems active, everything secure.
But then he saw her.
Nana, curled up on the living room couch in soft pink pajamas, half-asleep, clearly waiting for him.
His chest tightened with something warm and painful.
She'd waited. All these hours. Just to see him come home safe.
"Starlight," he said softly, setting down his equipment bag. "You should be sleeping."
She rubbed her eyes, that adorable pout on her lips. "You were gone so long. I was worried."
Xavier smiled—that soft smile reserved only for her—and moved to the bathroom to wash his hands. Years of this life had taught him to never touch her with hands that had held weapons, signed death warrants, done violence.
She deserved clean hands. Gentle hands.
When he returned, he'd also removed his weapons—gun, knife, everything that marked him as the Shen devil's—and scooped her up like a koala, her legs wrapping around his waist automatically.
"I'm sorry," he murmured into her hair. "The meetings ran late."
"I got scared today," Nana admitted, her face pressed against his chest. "When I got that message. I thought... I thought someone was going to try to take me again. Like Rafayel did."
Xavier's arms tightened around her. "Never. I'll never let that happen again."
"Where were you really?" She pulled back to look at him, her pink eyes searching his face. "You've been so busy lately. More meetings. More late nights. What's happening?"
Xavier carried her toward the stairs, heading for their room. "Business partner meetings. Territory negotiations now that the Serpent Guild is gone. Other organizations are testing boundaries, seeing if they can push into the power vacuum."
All true. But not the complete truth.
"And?" Nana knew him too well now. "What else?"
He sighed. "Tracking down whoever sent you that message. Questioning people. Following leads. Making sure every possible threat is eliminated before it gets close to you."
Also true. But still not everything.
Because Xavier couldn't tell her about the other investigation. The secret project he'd been working on for months.
His father's death.
Five years ago, his father—the previous Shadow King—had been found dead in a warehouse. No explanation. No witnesses. Just a body and questions Xavier had never gotten answers to.
The official story: rival gang assassination.
But Xavier had never believed it. His father was too careful. Too powerful. Too skilled to be taken down by a simple hit.
Someone had gotten close to him. Someone he'd trusted.
And Xavier needed to know who.
Needed to know if that same someone might come for him next. Or worse—for Nana.
But he couldn't tell her. Couldn't burden her with more darkness. More death. More fear.
She'd already lost her father. She didn't need to worry about Xavier's ghosts too.
They reached their bedroom—technically separate rooms, but Nana usually ended up in his anyway. Xavier set her down gently on the massive bed.
"I need to shower," he said. "I'll be quick."
"Okay." She settled into the pillows, watching him with those trusting eyes.
Xavier grabbed clean clothes and disappeared into the bathroom. The hot water helped wash away the day—the stress, the violence, the constant vigilance.
But it couldn't wash away the guilt.
*If she'd never known you, she'd still have her father.*
The thought came unbidden, as it always did. Richard Anderson would be alive if Xavier had stayed away from Nana. If he'd been stronger. If he'd let her go years ago instead of holding on.
But he was selfish. Weak when it came to her.
And now she was here, in his world, wearing his ring, committed to a life of danger and shadows.
All because he couldn't let her go.
Xavier finished his shower quickly, dressed in comfortable sleep clothes, and returned to the bedroom.
Nana was sitting up against the headboard, playing with his fingers—a habit she'd developed. Tracing the lines of his palm, examining his knuckles, counting his scars.
"Next weekend," she said without looking up from his hand, "can we go somewhere? Just us? Somewhere peaceful? I found this beautiful lake house online. Very private. We could paint together. Relax. Pretend to be normal for a few days."
Xavier's chest ached. She wanted normal. Deserved normal.
"Of course," he said. "Wherever you want to go."
"And I want to visit my parents' graveyard on Saturday. Both of them. It's been two weeks since I went to see my father, and I never got to visit my mother's grave after learning the truth about how she died." Her voice was quiet. "I want to bring them flowers. Tell them about us. About the engagement."
"I'll take you," Xavier promised. "I'll come with you."
She looked up at him, surprised. "You don't have to—"
"I want to. Your father gave us his blessing. I should... I should thank him. Even if he can't hear it." Xavier's voice was rough. "And your mother... she deserves to know her daughter is loved. Protected. Even if the man protecting her is—"
"Is what?" Nana's eyes were fierce. "A monster? A killer? Xavier, I know what you are. I've known for months. And I'm still here. Still wearing your ring. Still choosing you every single day."
"I know. I just—" He couldn't find the words. Couldn't explain the guilt that ate at him. "You lost so much because of me."
"I gained you." She took his face in her small hands. "Yes, I lost my father. Yes, I learned terrible truths. Yes, my life is nothing like I thought it would be. But I have YOU. And that's enough. It has to be enough, because I can't lose you too."
Xavier pulled her close, burying his face in her hair. "You won't. I promise. You won't lose me."
"Good." She pulled back slightly. "Now tell me a story."
"What?"
"A story. Like my father used to. Before bed." Her smile was soft, nostalgic. "He'd read me fairy tales every night. The same ones, over and over, until I had them memorized. I miss that. Miss his voice. Miss feeling safe enough to fall asleep to someone reading."
Xavier's heart clenched. "Starlight, I don't know any fairy tales. I'm not—"
"Please?" She looked at him with those devastating pink eyes. "Just try? It doesn't have to be perfect. I just... I want to hear your voice. Want to fall asleep knowing you're here. Safe. With me."
How could he say no to that?
"Okay," Xavier agreed softly. "But I'll need to look up the stories. I don't—"
"Your phone. Just search for classic fairy tales. Pick whichever one sounds good."
Xavier pulled out his phone, feeling completely out of his depth. He'd negotiated with Russian mobsters. Killed trained assassins. Built a criminal empire.
But reading bedtime stories? This was new territory.
He found a collection of classic tales and picked one at random. "Okay, lie down. Get comfortable."
Nana immediately curled up against his side, her head on his chest, her small hand resting over his heart.
Xavier adjusted so his back was against the headboard, one arm around her, his phone in his other hand. He started reading, feeling awkward and uncertain.
But then he noticed her relaxing. Her breathing evening out. Her body melting into his.
His voice—the same voice that issued death orders, that interrogated prisoners, that commanded respect and fear—apparently also worked for bedtime stories.
Who knew?
Xavier kept reading, his free hand stroking her hair gently, his fingers tracing patterns on her cheek.
"Once upon a time, in a kingdom far away..."
The words felt strange on his tongue. Fairy tales. Happy endings. Things he'd never believed in until Nana.
She was asleep within five minutes, her breathing deep and even, completely relaxed in his arms.
Xavier continued reading softly even after she'd fallen asleep. Just in case. Just to make sure she felt safe.
When he finally stopped, he set aside his phone and just looked at her.
So small. So fragile. So absolutely precious.
"I'm sorry," he whispered, knowing she couldn't hear. "I'm sorry your father is dead because of me. Sorry you're in danger because of who I am. Sorry I'm too selfish to let you go even though you'd be safer without me."
He pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead. Then her nose. Then finally her lips—soft, careful, full of everything he couldn't say.
"I love you," he murmured against her lips. "More than anything. More than my empire. More than my own life. You're everything good in my world, and I'll destroy anyone who tries to take you from me."
He should stay here. Should hold her all night. Should be the fiancé she deserved.
But he couldn't.
Because somewhere out there, someone was threatening her. And Xavier needed to find them before they made good on that threat.
He carefully extracted himself from the bed, tucking the blankets around Nana's sleeping form. She stirred slightly, murmuring his name, and Xavier's heart clenched.
"I'm here," he lied softly. "Go back to sleep, Starlight."
She settled, believing him, trusting him.
Xavier watched her for another moment, memorizing her peaceful face. Then he grabbed his phone and left quietly, heading to his actual bedroom—the one with the hidden entrance to his real office.
The one where he kept the investigation files on his father's murder.
The one where he planned operations and signed death warrants and did all the dark things he never wanted Nana to see.
Jihoon was waiting in the office, looking exhausted but alert.
"Any leads on the message?" Xavier asked, immediately all business.
"None. Whoever sent it used a burner phone, bounced the signal through multiple towers. Untraceable." Jihoon pulled up data on his laptop. "But I did some digging on the photo itself. It was taken yesterday at 2:47 PM, outside the east entrance of the university."
"Security cameras?"
"I checked. Nothing. Whoever took it knew where the blind spots were."
"So someone familiar with the campus. Or with our security protocols." Xavier's jaw tightened. "Inside job?"
"Possibly. Or someone who's been watching for a while. Learning our patterns."
Xavier studied the photo again. Nana, walking with Chen, Marcus, and Yuki. Unaware she was being watched.
The angle suggested the photographer had been in a building. Third floor, maybe fourth.
"Check every building with a sight line to that entrance," Xavier ordered. "I want to know who has access. Cross-reference with anyone connected to organizations we've eliminated."
"Boss, that's hundreds of people. The Serpent Guild alone had—"
"I don't care. Do it." Xavier's voice was ice. "Someone threatened her. Someone is planning something. And I'm not waiting for them to make the first move."
Jihoon nodded, already making notes. "And the other investigation? Your father?"
Xavier's expression darkened. "I found something. One of my father's old contacts reached out. Said he has information about the night he died. Wants to meet."
"When?"
"Two days. Neutral location." Xavier pulled up the details. "Could be a trap."
"Could be answers."
"Yeah." Xavier stared at the file—five years of dead ends and questions. "I need to know, Jihoon. Need to know if my father's killer is still out there. If they might come for me. For Nana."
"Then we go. But carefully. Full tactical support."
"Agreed." Xavier closed the file and returned to the photo of Nana. "Double her security detail tomorrow. I want six people on her, not three. And tell them to vary the routes to campus. No patterns. No predictability."
"She's going to notice the increased security."
"I'll tell her it's temporary. Until we identify the threat." Xavier's fingers tightened on his phone. "I can't lose her, Jihoon. After everything—after the war, after nearly dying, after finally having a chance at something good—I can't lose her."
"You won't." Jihoon's voice was certain. "We'll find whoever sent that message. We'll eliminate them. Just like we've eliminated every other threat."
"This one feels different."
"How?"
Xavier couldn't explain it. Just a feeling. An instinct honed by years of survival in this world.
"Personal," he finally said. "'What he took from me.' That's not business. That's personal. Someone I wronged. Someone who wants revenge through her."
"Could be anyone. You've made a lot of enemies."
"Yeah." Xavier stood, exhaustion settling into his bones. "But most of them are dead. So who's left? Who survived long enough to come after her now, after six months of peace?"
It was the question that kept him up at night.
The question he couldn't answer.
"Get some rest, Boss. You look like hell."
"Can't. Not until she's safe." Xavier headed for the door. "I'm going to do another perimeter check. Then I'll review the surveillance footage myself. Maybe I'll see something you missed."
"Xavier—"
"I know. I need sleep. I know." He paused at the door. "But every time I close my eyes, I see her face. See that warehouse. See Rafayel's mansion exploding. See my father's body. See Richard dying." His voice cracked slightly. "I can't lose anyone else. Especially not her."
Jihoon stood, his expression sympathetic. "She's safe. She's in our fortress. She has guards. She has you. She's as safe as anyone can be in this life."
"That's not enough."
"It has to be. Because perfect safety doesn't exist. Not for people like us." Jihoon moved to stand beside him. "But you know what does exist? Love. Trust. Partnership. She chose this life knowing the risks. She's stronger than you think."
"I know she is." Xavier smiled sadly. "She survived Rafayel. Survived the explosion. Survived losing her father. She's the strongest person I know. But—"
"But you're still terrified of losing her. I get it." Jihoon clapped his shoulder. "We all are. She's become important to all of us. Not just you. The entire organization would burn the world down to keep her safe."
Xavier nodded, grateful for the support even if it didn't ease his fear.
"Do the perimeter check," Jihoon said. "Review the footage. Exhaust yourself if you need to. But eventually, you have to trust that you've done enough. That the security is sufficient. That she'll be okay."
"I'll trust it when the threat is eliminated."
"Fair enough." Jihoon returned to his laptop. "Then let's find this bastard and eliminate them. Together."
Xavier left the office, moving through the mansion like a ghost. Checking locks. Reviewing camera feeds. Questioning guards.
Everything was secure. Everything was perfect.
But it didn't feel like enough.
He ended up back at Nana's door—his door now, he supposed, since she slept in his bed more than her own.
He opened it quietly, checking on her one more time.
She was still asleep, curled up in his spot, hugging his pillow.
Waiting for him to come back.
Xavier's chest ached.
*I don't deserve you,* he thought. *But I'm too selfish to let you go.*
He closed the door softly and returned to his patrol.
Because sleep was impossible when the woman he loved was threatened.
Because rest was a luxury he couldn't afford.
Because somewhere out there, an enemy was planning something.
And Xavier would find them first.
He had to.
Because losing Nana wasn't an option.
It never had been.
It never would be.
Even if it meant never sleeping again.
Even if it meant burning down the world.
Even if it meant becoming an even bigger monster than he already was.
She was worth it.
She was worth everything.
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To be continued.