Chapter 52 – Fight Like Someone Who's Been Alone Too Long
A gnawing interest that had settled into her bones.
She watched him breathe. Studied the way his hand was slightly curled beside him, as if even in sleep he was bracing for impact.
He didn't look like a monster. Didn't look like a weapon. He looked… tired. Human.
"Who even are you?" she muttered.
She glanced toward the tablet she'd set on the nightstand earlier. She hadn't opened it yet—had promised herself she wouldn't go digging.
But she'd also already tried her own investigation last night. No family background. No business registry. No university trace. He wasn't in any elite social catalog. No birth record. No private-sector affiliation.
Nothing.
He just appeared.
And the only thing she'd learned since was how he reacted when Naomi said she had to leave.
That… look.
That moment.
Soft, barely-there, but utterly impossible to forget.
