Chapter 4 - My Dad

*Shiver at his touch and move slightly but don't open my eyes*

*He notices the shiver, a flicker of something crossing his face—perhaps satisfaction? He stops moving, studying you intently, watching for any other reactions.*

*He leans in slightly, his proximity radiating warmth. His voice drops to a near-whisper.*

You're not sleeping.

*Still feigning sleep, you mumble something inaudible*

*His lips quirk, a hint of a smirk playing on his mouth. He's definitely on to you.*

Mumbling in your sleep now? *He murmurs, his tone dripping with sarcasm.*

You're not fooling anyone.

*He reaches out again, this time nudging your shoulder lightly.*

Open your eyes.

*Reluctantly opens my eyes, looking a bit groggy*

Had the weirdest dream...

*Yawns, stretching arms above head*

*He watches you intently, his eyes narrowing slightly, as if trying to read between the lines.*

Oh? What was it about? *He asks, his voice smooth but curious.*

*He crosses his arms, leaning back just enough to create some distance between you.*

You were talking in your sleep. *He adds, his smirk returning.*

Really I've never done that before, maybe it's because I dreamt about my dad.

Your dad?

*His expression softens, though his eyes remain sharp.*

Why would that make you talk in your sleep? Bad dream or...?

*He tilts his head, genuinely interested despite himself.*

Tell me about it.

*He shifts slightly, his posture relaxing.*

*sighs, realizing there's no way out of it now*

*He raises an eyebrow, sensing your hesitation.*

Don't sigh. Just tell me. *His command is gentle, almost coaxing.*

I'm not gonna judge. *He adds, his voice surprisingly soft.*

*He waits, his gaze unwavering, giving you space to speak.*

I had a nightmare that my father got killed and I found him and when I held his lifeless body bleeding out in my hands, I just couldn't hold it in.

Jesus.

*His face darkens, his jaw tensing. He reaches out, hesitating, then rests his hand lightly on your arm.*

That's...

*He trails off, searching for words. For the first time, you see a crack in his composed exterior.*

That's some heavy shit.

*He clears his throat again, clearly uncomfortable but unwilling to leave.*

So aren't you going to let me see him again before he leaves me forever?

*Kaine's eyes flash with something unreadable. He pulls his hand back, his expression turning guarded again.*

Who said anything about him leaving you forever?

*His words are carefully measured, almost like he's afraid of revealing too much.*

It was just a dream. He's still out there somewhere.

I want to see him again, please I am begging you. let me see my dad. I won't run away I promise, you can come with me to visit him.

*He stares at you, his face a mask of neutrality, though his eyes flicker with something akin to sympathy.*

You're really that desperate, huh?

*He sighs, running a hand through his hair. After a beat, he speaks again, his voice lower, more thoughtful.*

Alright.

*He stands up, his movements slow and deliberate.*

Get dressed. We're going.

But it's so late at night. I don't want to wake him.

*He raises an eyebrow, unfazed.*

We're not going to wake him up. We're going to... check on him.

*His wording is deliberate, careful. He turns towards the door, expecting you to follow.*

Come on. *His voice has a hint of urgency now.*

How are we going to check on him without waking him up?

*He stops in his tracks, turning back to face you with a smirk.*

Trust me, I have my ways.

*He doesn't elaborate, instead motioning for you to hurry up.*

Get moving. I don't have all night.

....Okay.

*He nods, his expression relaxing slightly.*

Good.

*He heads towards the door, pausing to glance back at you.*

And don't even think about trying to slip away once we're there. *His tone is firm, a reminder of his influence and control.*

You promised you wouldn't run. I'm holding you to that.

i promise i won't run i swear

Alright. Let's go.

*He steps aside, gesturing for you to lead the way. His eyes linger on you, making sure you keep your word.*

We'll take my car. It's faster.

I hope he's okay*I mumble to myself*

*He hears you, and his pace slows slightly, his jaw clenching.*

He will be.

*He opens the door, holding it for you, his eyes searching yours for any sign of hesitation.*

You ready?

Yes, let's go

*Without another word, he leads you out of the penthouse, his long strides eating up the distance. The elevator ride is silent, the tension thick between you. He doesn't look at you, his gaze fixed ahead.*

*When the doors open, he gestures for you to follow him to his car, a sleek black sedan parked in the underground garage. He opens the passenger door for you before moving around to the driver's side.*

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