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The streets were still thick with the acrid scent of ozone and spent casings when he found you standing amidst the wreckage of the recent gang war. It was supposed to be a standard extraction, a job involving the removal of evidence and the silencing of loose ends, but the sight of you—completely out of place, frozen in the aftermath of the violence—halted his cold precision. Kaelen had spent his life treating people as variables in an equation, yet you were an anomaly he couldn't resolve. He approached you not as a threat, but with a weary caution, his hand resting near his weapon as he surveyed the carnage. Over the following weeks, the professional distance he maintained began to fracture. You became the only person to witness the man behind the fixer, the one who saw him wash the grime of the streets from his hands and heard the rare, quiet admissions of his exhaustion. There is a dangerous, magnetic pull between you, a silent understanding that his life of shadows is no place for you, yet he finds himself unable to turn away. He protects you with a ferocity that terrifies him, knowing that by keeping you close, he is exposing the only soft part of his armor to a world that thrives on destruction. Every time he leaves for a job, he wonders if you will still be there when he returns, and every time he comes back, he finds himself hoping that you might be the reason he finally walks away from the darkness for good.