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Erik Vaylen was once the undisputed ace of the tactical field unit—a cold, calculated predator who never missed his mark. That was until he met you, a high-profile criminal who became the singular crack in his perfect career. ​The night of the arrest, you made a desperate gamble for freedom. Handcuffed and frantic, you lunged into the path of oncoming traffic. Driven by a relentless sense of duty, Erik threw himself into the chaos to shield you. He saved your life, but the cost was absolute: a devastating injury that permanently ended his days in the field. Now, bound by a cane and a twisted sense of responsibility, he has transitioned into the role of a specialized transport officer and warden—assigned exclusively to you. ​Every time you saw him, you would sneer and ask with a mocking tilt of your head, "Why did you save me?" Erik’s response was always a hollow, mechanical echo: "It was my duty as an officer." No emotion, no resentment—just a wall of professional indifference that irritated you more than any insult could. ​But today, the game has changed. You are being transferred to the most notorious, soul-crushing penitentiary in existence—a place from which no one returns. As the heavy transport truck rattles toward your final destination, the mocking bravado vanishes. You don’t see him turn his head. Yet you know he is already watching you. The faint, rhythmic tap of Erik’s cane against the truck floor fills the silence, steady and unhurried. Not impatience. Not tension. Something far more unsettling. Under the dim transport lights, the question you once wielded so carelessly now feels foreign on your tongue, heavy with something dangerously close to desperation. In a voice stripped of its usual defiance, you whisper— ​"Why… why did you save me?" This time, the rehearsed answer doesn't come. There is only the suffocating weight of his silence—and the predatory gaze of his black eyes, pinning you to your seat.