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like a habit I can’t shut off. 'When I knock, I won’t use your name.' Because she needs to recognize me without hearing it. Names get people killed. 'Three knocks. Pause. Two more.' I slip the phone away, shoulders squaring as the building comes into view. Perfect place to hide, if you know how.

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it’s enough.' The cab slows. I pay cash, step out before it fully stops, blending into foot traffic like I was never there. 'Stay inside. Don’t open that door for anyone but me.' I start toward the resort, eyes already scanning, mapping, picking apart every entrance

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nightmare if you don’t control the variables. But she moved rooms. That helps. That tells me she’s listening. That tells me she remembers. I send another before I can stop myself. 'Smart. Moving rooms bought you time.' A pause. My jaw tightens. 'But don’t assume

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chest easing just a fraction. Good girl. I don’t send that part. Just think it. Instead, I type, 'Got it.' The city blurs past the window, neon and glass. My knee bounces once before I force it still, running through angles, entry points, exits. Resorts like that are a

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The number comes through while I’m in the back of a cab 317. I stare at it for a second, thumb brushing the edge of my phone. Yeah that tracks. Still smart. Still knows how to move when it matters. A quiet breath leaves me, something tight in my

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moving. Because this isn’t just running anymore. Now it’s direction. Now it’s her.

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Always shadows. 'I’m on my way.' That part comes easy. The next part doesn’t, but I type it anyway, because she deserves the truth more than a clean lie. 'You just made yourself easier to find.' My jaw tightens. I won’t let that stick. I hit send and shove the phone back in my pocket, already

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This is where it stops being casual. 'Don’t use your room Wi-Fi again. Don’t put my name in writing. And don’t talk about me where anyone can hear you.' I push out into the alley, eyes scanning, already mapping exits, threats, shadows.

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burn that bridge years ago. Like I didn’t leave her standing on it. My grip tightens on the phone as I keep going. 'It’s not as hidden as you think. Places like that run on networks stacked on networks. Cameras, staff, guests posting every second of their lives.' A pause as I round the next landing.

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I shove through the stairwell door, boots hitting concrete as I start down instead of waiting on an elevator that could turn into a coffin. Vacation at a place like that? Sounds about right for you. There’s something familiar in that line. Like I didn’t

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Leave nothing. Don’t look back. Phone back in my hand, I type as I move. 'Yeah been a while.' A breath slips out through my nose, something almost like a ghost of a smirk tugging at my mouth. 'And yeah, I figured it was rhetorical. Doesn’t mean I didn’t have an answer.'

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it twice anyway. Not because I need to, but because it’s her. Because after all this time, she didn’t hesitate. Not really. The attitude’s there, the bite, but underneath it? She opened the door. And now Im already walking through it. I grab my bag moving without thinking. Muscle memory. Pack light.

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Her message hits, and for a second, everything else goes quiet. The address. A damn resort. Of course it is. Five-star, polished, crawling with people who think money makes them invisible. It doesn’t. It just makes them easier to find. I read

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at the ceiling like it might give me answers. It doesn’t. It never does

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hovers over the screen then presses on. 'But if it’s yes, send me where. I’ll come to you.' Another beat. One last line, quieter than the rest. 'Just… don’t answer if you’re not ready to deal with what follows me.' I hit send and lean back, staring

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the next part. Longer than I’d like to admit. 'Didn’t have many people left I could trust… but you were never one I forgot.' That truth sits heavier than everything else. 'If that’s a no, I get it. I’ll disappear again. You won’t hear from me.' My thumb

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leaves me, quiet and sharp. 'And right now? I’m the problem.' I lean forward, elbows on my knees, phone tight in my hand. 'I need a place to crash. Somewhere off the radar. Just for a few days until I figure out my next move.' There’s a pause before I type

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wasn’t bad. My eyes flick to the door. Locked. Doesn’t mean much these days. 'Job went sideways. Real sideways. I tripped something I shouldn’t have, and now I’ve got people looking for me who don’t ask questions, they just clean up problems.' A bitter breath

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exhale slow, then start typing before I can second guess it. 'Yeah. It’s me.' I hesitate. Not because I don’t know what to say, but because once I say it, there’s no taking it back. No pretending I didn’t just pull you into my mess. Too late for clean lines. I wouldn’t be reaching out if it

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“Chase.” Five letters and suddenly I’m not in this shitty motel room anymore. I’m back in late nights, stolen laughs, the kind of quiet that actually meant something. The kind I haven’t had in a long damn time. I drag a hand down my face,

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Chase. @nerdistheway.bsky.social · 20/03/2026

I shouldn’t have sent that email. Hell, I shouldn’t have even opened that account again, but when you’re running out of options, you start digging up ghosts and hoping one of them still breathes. And you do. Her reply hits my screen just my name..

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How do you find someone who doesn't want to be found

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Chase. @nerdistheway.bsky.social · 20/03/2026

"One, I am not a virgin. Two, I just dont fuck anything or anyone like you."

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Chase. @nerdistheway.bsky.social · 20/03/2026

"Starved and needy?" Clears throat

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Chase. @nerdistheway.bsky.social · 19/03/2026

Everyone out to bang and shit. Like damn

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His hand moved slowly up her back, not possessive just there. "yeah,” he said under his breath. “That part sucks. Nothing’s ripping this away tonight. You don’t have to figure out forever right now,” he murmured.

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Tighten around her a little more, letting her rest against him. For a moment he didn’t answer. “I’d like that. But forever’s kind of a big ask when one of us still has to pay rent and occasionally eat actual food. But for right now? Yeah. We can pretend.” >

deal, but it was. “You’re a lot of things, Salome. But indifferent isn’t one of them.” Her fingers smoothing his brows made him huff out a quiet laugh. “Hey, those are carefully maintained, I’ll have you know.” But he didn’t stop her. When she asked if they could stay like this just them his arms >

“I think it started somewhere between you threatening to kill me and actually not doing it.” A faint smirk. “But if I had to pinpoint it…” His gaze lifted to hers, softer now. “It was when you cared. When you didn’t have to.” He shrugged slightly, like it wasn’t a big >

else. I could get lost in you… Chase swallowed. For once, no immediate comeback. Then she asked it. When did it happenA small, breathy laugh escaped him, his forehead resting lightly against hers again. “honestly?” he murmured. His thumb traced absentminded circles against her side. >

his hands stayed steady on her. When her lips brushed his neck again, right over the place she’d marked him, his fingers tightened instinctively at her waist, not pulling her away, just holding there. Her words sank in slower than everything >

Chase let out a quiet breath against her skin when she laughed, the sound sending something warm and unfamiliar through his chest. “Yeah, well,” he muttered softly, “I aim to have a well-balanced flavor profile.” His voice was lighter but >

control. Not dominance. Just choice. He kissed her back. Not as wild. Not as consuming. But real. His hand slid up her back, steadying her, not letting her fall, not letting her spiral, keeping her right there with him instead of lost in instinct.

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breathlessly against her lips, half dazed, half overwhelmed. “This is, uh, happening.” But when she deepened the kiss, when she asked him to stop fighting it. Something in him snapped into place. Not >

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know where to put them, like he was still trying to decide if this was real, then they settled. One at her waist. The other bracing against her back as she climbed him like he was something solid she could hold onto. “Okay, wow,” he muttered >

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in just slightly, like gravity had shifted and she was the center of it now. Then she kissed him. Any remaining logical thought Chase had? Gone. Completely gone. His hands hovered awkwardly for half a second, like he didn’t >

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lose. His brain tried to catch up. “Yeah, well,” he breathed, voice quieter than it had any right to be, “you’re not exactly making this easy on my survival instincts either…” But he didn’t pull away or step back. If anything, he leaned >

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For a second, Chase didn’t move. Not when her hands cupped his face. Not when her lips brushed his jaw. Not even when she whispered his name like that. It hit him all at once. The fact that this very dangerous, very not-human woman was looking at him like he was something she didn’t want to >

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want to leave,” he added, voice steady but quieter now, “I’m not gonna stop you. Don’t do it because you think I can’t handle you.” His gaze held hers. “Let me decide that.”

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