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moonstruck-poet · 11 months ago

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His Brave Girl

Pairing - Tom Hiddleston x reader!

Summary - You are a NCA Investigator and have an ongoing case to rescue women and children that have been kept captive. The mission of course isn't as easy and can also prove to be life threatening. But with an incredibly supportive husband and a strong team, it doesn't seem all that impossible.

Warnings - blood, fighting, curse words, assault and harassment, mentions of death.

This was a light introduction to the story, things will surely get interesting soon. Hope you like it <33

The elevator dinged as the doors opened and you heaved a sigh before getting in and leaning your back against the wall, eyes closing briefly due to exhaustion.

"Does this thing get slower every day?" You muttered to yourself after getting off and pulled out the keys from your pocket while also holding the stack of papers in one hand.

You walked inside, placing the key in its usual place and dumping the sheets on the dining table with a loud thump.

"A new case then I take it?" Tom entered the living room, a small smile on his face on seeing you as he walked closer.

"Yeah," you couldn't help but smile yourself upon seeing his homely appearance. "Missed you today, love".

"Ditto darling," he whispered and wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close against his chest and breathing out heavily. "God was it tiring today," his face turned down a fraction before you kissed that frown off, making his lips twitch.

"It's okay," you murmured in his ear and played with the strands of hair on his neck, "I'm so proud of you".

He merely tightened his hold, glad that you had understood him so easily. No wonder he had known you were the one from the minute your relationship bloomed.

"Is it okay if we go out for dinner? I wanna take a walk with you," he pulled back, hands still on your waist as he stared into your eyes.

"Of course, Tom. Let me just get freshened up and we'll leave immediately," you kissed his cheek to quickly go and wash.

After a quick but soothing warm shower, you decided to wear a simple pair of black skinny jeans and a beige button down. Tying your hair in a ponytail and putting your phone in your back pocket you were ready to leave.

"Let's go then," you switched off the lights, him smiling appreciatively at your simple outfit as you two walked out, locking the door and then entwining your hands.

"Why didn't you put on a jacket? It's cold," he said the minute you stepped out in the dark.

"It's fine, Tom," you replied and he took your tangled fingers, placing them in the front pocket of his coat making you laugh. "So what's the current mood? Chinese or Indian?"

"Indian," the two of you said simultaneously and grinned at each other.

"I think you're starting to rub off on me," he chuckled and squeezed your hand. "My spice tolerance is quite high now".

"That's a pro of marrying an Asian, and especially an Indian, my dear," you said happily, swinging your hands like a child.

You entered the cozy Indian restaurant and ordered some starters, wanting a quick bite before moving on to the main course.

"What's the recent case about then, love?" He questioned, adding quite an amount of the spicy green chutney to his dish making you smirk.

"Oh recently we got the news that about 30 females, both girls and women have been abducted right from the streets, probably for slavery. So we gotta track those motherfuckers and play tit for tat," you said and he noticed your jaw clench with anger.

While Tom's heart sank. He was used to hearing such cases every other day, especially since his own wife was a crime investigator but it hurt him every damn time.

"Don't worry," you took his hand in your own, rubbing circles on the back. "We're gonna rescue them, every single one of them".

"I know you will. But still it just hurts, to know that every three days, somewhere in this country a woman dies, all because of violence. How do people even think of committing such sins, such atrocities?! The humanity is dying and it feels like nobody even cares anymore".

You pressed your lips together sympathetically, agreeing with every statement of his and just being so glad that you had such a passionate husband.

"I'm gonna do my best, we're gonna catch all of them and make them suffer," you said firmly and he nodded.

"I'm there with you through every step of the way," he said softly making you simply stare at his beautiful face before smiling widely.

The rest of the dinner was quite peaceful, with only small talks made here and there as you both actually enjoyed the silence.

"Ice cream?" He asked immediately once you stepped out of the restaurant.

"Sure," you laughed at his excited face and wrapped an arm around his torso and him swiftly pulling you close by the shoulders and pressing a kiss on your head.

You two were chatting, about his work, about your work. The past week had been quite busy. What with you attending meetings about the recent case and him shooting endlessly for the Night Manager.

"I really can't wait to see you all decked up in a suit on the big screen," you grinned, all giddy inside while he let out a noise of surprise.

"But you've seen me in a suit numerous times, that too right in front of your own eyes," he raised an eyebrow.

"You don't know the magic you show on the screen, Hiddleston. It makes me go insane," you said, turning a little red making him chuckle as he too blushed.

A sudden shout interrupted his next comment and you two stopped, frowning at each other before finding the source.

"Oh shit," you muttered and his eyes widened at the scene in front of him. There was a man, forcing his way on a young lady who looked no more than 20 years of age.

"Come on sweetheart," the creep said, a sinister smirk on his face as he pressed his forehead against her's, making her thrash uncomfortably.

A furious rage built up inside of you as you saw random citizens watching the scene with interest and not bothering to move a muscle.

And immediately your footsteps quickened as you almost sprinted forwards with Tom hit on your heels.

"Hold this," you pressed your phone into his hand and before he could utter another word, you had pulled your sleeves to your elbows and ripped the man off of the girl.

"Get away from her, asshole," you said, your voice deep and cold and your husband felt himself freeze upon seeing you in action.

"Uh yeah? And who the fuck are you to tell me to get off?" He said coyly. "You're a fiesty one, yeah? I like those type," he said and stepped closer daringly.

Tom had never before felt such violence inside him but he held himself, knowing you had the situation under control. You wouldn't want him to get in trouble, whereas you, you had legal permission.

"And I like catching people like you," you retorted, smirking and within a few seconds you had pinned him on the ground, your knee pressed to his chest as you lounged on him casually.

"You done now? Cuz me and my husband would really like to get some ice cream," your eyes narrowed and he groaned when you pressed down hard.

"You okay?" Tom went to the terrified young lady while also maintaining a respectful distance, knowing she must be scared.

She couldn't fathom anything and was shaking violently while he watched helplessly, not wanting to cross any boundaries at all.

So he resorted to words, "You're safe now, don't worry at all. My wife-" he gestured towards you, halting midway after noticing the criminal's awfully bleeding nose and your deathly expression and grimacing slightly.

"Um are you alright? Did he hurt you anywhere?" He asked again gently once she had calmed down.

"N- No he didn't," she shook her head and fixed her rumpled clothing. "You- You were just in time, thank you so much".

"Hey no, there's nothing to thank about," he smiled and they noticed a police car coming closer.

"There comes your ride," you said and pulled the grunting man to his feet. Your face shining with sweat and slight blood coating your right cheek.

"Goodness love," Tom muttered, wincing at his terrible state but looking hella proud at the same time.

"Aaron," you greeted your friend cheerfully, "A new parcel for you mate. You're welcome," you added when he raised his eyebrows at the assaulter's bloody face.

"Let's get going then, bastard," Aaron gripped him tighter and offered you a full salute and you nodded.

"One last thing," you said and stepped back making the others stare warily except for the officer who didn't bat an eye as you delivered a perfect side kick, breaking the man's jaw.

Aaron laughed as he turned towards Tom who had adorned an expression of shock, "Be careful there, I wouldn't want to get on her bad side. This one can really pack a kick".

"Wouldn't dream of it," your husband chuckled lightly making you roll your eyes as the man was dragged inside the car and off they went.

You finally turned to look at the still shivering but composed girl, "You okay darling?"

She didn't say anything and fell into your arms, her being considerably shorter compared to your rather tall figure. "T- Thank you," tears flowed down her cheeks. "I was so sure I was going to die right there".

"Hey," you said and rubbed her back with your left hand that was not stained with blood. "You're safe now though aren't you? That's all that matters".

She backed off, still sobbing and wiped her tears, looking at you with such gratitude that you yourself could feel your throat burning.

"Do you live close by?" You asked and when she nodded you offered to drive her home, knowing her mental state was sensitive.

"Here's my official card, I'm a NCA Investigator so you're safe with me," she nodded and you were glad to do so, wanting her to feel as secure as possible.

"Come on," Tom guided her softly and opened the back door as she got in and he seated himself in the passenger seat.

It took about five minutes to reach her home and you parked the car in the driveway, both of you getting away and stopping after noticing that Sofia hadn't even opened her door.

"Hey," he knocked on her window and she jumped, snapping out of her thoughts and got off upon noticing that she was home.

He went ahead and ringed the bell and was greeted by a warm middle aged woman who smiled but her expression soon turned shaky after taking in the state of her daughter and she shouted for her husband.

"Oh my darling," the father gasped and took his girl in his arms and she started crying again, emotions flowing out uncontrollably.

The two of you watched in silence, your hearts breaking at the exchange and praying to god for keeping everyone suffering through such horrible experiences safe.

"How can we ever thank you," the old lady walked towards you and took your hand in hers, silent tears running down her cheeks. "You saved my daughter's life. How can I possibly repay-"

"No no don't say such things," Tom interrupted her, embracing the woman and you noticed tears staining his face too making your heart clench.

"But really, thank you, both of you," Sofia's father said and pulled Tom in a hug and shook your hand.

"She's safe, and that's all that matters," you said softly before handing them a card. "This is a helpline number that works 24/7, just give a missed call whenever you feel threatened, though god forbid something would happen again".

The woman stepped closer to you and cupped your cheeks motherly making you stutter, "And you, take care of yourself, look after you wife," she adressed Tom who nodded with a smile. "You're out there putting your life in danger for the sake of others, but be mindful of your own too".

"Y- Yeah, I will," you swallowed the emotions and gave them a professional salute and a low bow before taking their leave.

The walk to the car and then the drive home was passed in complete silence, both understanding that it was a need.

Tom only switched on the dim, yellow lights, bathing the room in a warm glow before turning to look at you properly.

"Love?" He asked softly, standing in front of you and placing his palm on your cheek. "You're okay, aren't you?" His eyes scanned yours, eyebrows drawing in closer in worry.

"Yes, I'm okay. I deal with this pretty much everyday, you know".

"You've hurt yourself," he looked at your badly bruised knuckles as he examined them.

"I handle such things everyday too".

"But that doesn't mean it hurts less," he said simply and you nodded. "Carrying a certain weight every single day does not mean that it's not heavy".

"You're right".

"Oh c'mere," he opened his arms amd you fell into them gratefully, inhaling his familiar scent and trying to take to focus your mind. "You said to me earlier that you were proud of me. But honestly, my work doesn't even come close to yours. It's me who's really damn proud to call this wonderful, strong and brave woman; my wife".

"Yeah?" You looked at him with glistening eyes, pressing your lips together.

"Yes. Not everybody can even fathom the work you're doing. I'm your husband for God's sake amd know all about what you do. And yet you saw it for yourself how terrified I was in that situation".

"You are amazing, the most brilliant woman I've met and goodness am I so, so proud of you, my love," he touched his lips to your forehead tenderly. "I already love you more than anything, but somehow you made me fall even harder".

"I love you too," you whispered and buried yourself right in his embrace.

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cynic-spirit · 3 months ago

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Cold heart hot coffee ii

As Yn walked down the street with her sister Maya, the two chatted animatedly, their voices mingling with the sounds of the bustling city around them. Unbeknownst to Yn, Jonathan Pine watched from a distance, his gaze fixed on her with a mix of curiosity and affection.

Maya, ever the playful tease, was determined to get a rise out of Yn. “So, this guy who’s been treating you to coffee every morning for two months,” she began, a mischievous glint in her eye, “he can’t just want to be your ‘friend,’ can he?”

Yn’s cheeks flushed a delicate pink as she considered the question. “Is he handsome?” Maya pressed.

Yn blushed even deeper, her smile widening. “Very.”

Maya’s eyes sparkled with mischief. “Is he rich?”

Yn hesitated before replying, “I think so.”

Maya’s teasing grin grew broader. “Well, girl! Just hold his face, kiss him, and say ‘I do!’”

Yn nudged her sister with an elbow, laughing despite herself. “Maya!”

The two burst into a fit of laughter, their playful banter filling the air. Maya’s teasing was light-hearted, but Yn’s genuine smile and blush were more telling. The conversation left Yn with a mix of emotions, her heart fluttering at the thought of Jonathan and the possibilities that lay ahead.

As they continued down the street, Yn couldn’t help but think about Jonathan, about the depth of her feelings for him, and the future that seemed both exciting and uncertain. Little did she know, Jonathan’s heart was already set on her, and he was determined to make her a part of his world, no matter the obstacles.

Jonathan Pine could be cold and calculating, a man who rarely let his guard down. But when it came to Yn, there was a noticeable shift in his demeanor. His usually piercing blue eyes softened whenever he looked at them, and the sharp edges of his personality seemed to smooth out.

No matter how intense or dangerous the situation, Jonathan always treated Yn with the utmost respect and care. He would hold the door open for them, pull out their chair, and make sure they were always comfortable, even in the most unlikely places. When they spoke, he listened intently, giving them his full attention as if nothing else in the world mattered.

In private moments, away from the chaos of his world, Jonathan would allow himself to relax around Yn. He would smile more easily, the tension in his shoulders easing as they talked or simply sat together in silence. He would never raise his voice to them, never let the darkness of his life touch them. To Yn, he was always the gentleman—kind, considerate, and protective.

He might be feared by many, but to Yn, Jonathan Pine was a man they could trust, a man who would do anything to keep them safe.

Each morning, Yn would step into the cozy little barista, the scent of freshly brewed coffee welcoming her as she crossed the threshold. No matter how early she arrived, Jonathan Pine was always there, seated at the corner table by the window. His presence had become a comforting constant in her daily routine.

As she entered, their eyes would meet, and Jonathan's usual steely gaze would soften, a small, genuine smile tugging at the corners of his lips. He would rise slightly from his chair, ever the gentleman, as she approached. There was always a cup of her favorite coffee waiting for her, a thoughtful gesture that had become a silent ritual between them.

Their conversations were easy, flowing naturally despite the stark differences in their worlds. Jonathan seemed to relish these moments of normalcy, where the weight of his criminal empire could be left at the door. With Yn, he was different—warmer, more open. He listened as she talked about her classes, her dreams, her life. In return, he shared pieces of himself, though always careful to shield her from the darker aspects of his existence.

As they spent more time together, a quiet bond began to form, growing stronger with each passing day. There was a mutual understanding between them, unspoken yet undeniable. They were drawn to each other, their connection deepening with every shared glance, every soft laugh, every word exchanged in the quiet corners of the barista.

Jonathan Pine, the man who could command a room with just a look, was content to simply sit and listen to Yn, to be the one waiting for her each morning. And Yn, who had never imagined her path would cross with someone like him, found herself looking forward to those moments more than she cared to admit.

Those ten minutes each morning had become a lifeline for both Yn and Jonathan. For Yn, it was a brief escape from the pressures of her day, a moment of calm before the storm of her classes. She found herself smiling more, anticipating the quiet conversations and the comforting presence of Jonathan waiting for her at their usual spot.

For Jonathan, those ten minutes were something far more profound. In a world where he had to be ruthless, calculating, and always in control, the time he spent with Yn was a rare reprieve. It was the only time of the day when he could let down his guard, even if just a little, and feel something other than the cold detachment that his life demanded. Those moments with Yn kept him tethered to his humanity, reminding him that there was more to life than power and control.

Every morning, as the clock ticked closer to their meeting time, Jonathan would feel a quiet anticipation building within him. The knowledge that he would soon see Yn, hear their voice, and share those fleeting moments of normalcy gave him something to look forward to, something that made the rest of his day bearable.

He knew how dangerous it was to care, to let anyone get close. But with Yn, it felt different—safe, even. He found himself cherishing those ten minutes more than he ever expected, knowing that they kept him grounded in a way nothing else could. In those brief moments, he wasn’t just Jonathan Pine, the feared mobster; he was simply a man, enjoying a quiet coffee with someone who made him feel human again.

Jonathan Pine, a man who had always kept his emotions in check, found himself in unfamiliar territory. What started as a quiet admiration for Yn had grown into something much deeper. He was deeply and profoundly in love with them—a feeling that both terrified and thrilled him.

It wasn't just about those ten minutes each morning anymore. Yn had become the anchor in his life, the person who gave him a reason to wake up each day, who made him question the path he had chosen. He found himself thinking about them constantly, wondering what they were doing, hoping they were safe. He was consumed by a desire to protect them, to be someone they could rely on, even though he knew the darkness of his world could easily pull them in.

This love was different from anything Jonathan had ever known. It was not the fleeting infatuations or shallow connections he had experienced before. This was something real, something that had taken root deep in his soul. It was a love that made him want to be better, to find a way out of the life he had built, just to be with them.

But he knew the risks. He knew that his world could destroy everything he held dear. Yet, the thought of walking away from Yn was unbearable. He was willing to do whatever it took to keep them in his life, even if it meant risking everything he had built, everything he had become. Because, for the first time in a long time, Jonathan Pine had found something worth fighting for.

It had been two months since Yn and Jonathan began their routine of morning coffees and muffins. Each day, like clockwork, they would meet at the little barista, sharing quiet conversations and enjoying each other’s company. Jonathan had always insisted on paying, a small way of expressing his care and gratitude without needing to say the words. Yn had noticed, of course, and it had sparked an idea.

One morning, as they settled into their usual spot, Yn pulled out a large, carefully wrapped box from her bag. The box was simple but elegant, wrapped in a soft, cream-colored paper with a neat, dark blue ribbon tied into a perfect bow. As she handed it to him, Jonathan looked at the package, surprised, his usually calm demeanor wavering slightly.

“Well, John, you never let me pay,” Yn said with a playful smile, her eyes sparkling with warmth. “So I made these cookies for you. And if you want more, I’ll make another batch.”

Jonathan took the box from her, his hands unusually tentative. He wasn’t used to receiving gifts, especially not ones made with such care. He carefully untied the ribbon, the soft rustling of paper the only sound between them. Inside, nestled in a layer of delicate tissue paper, were rows of perfectly baked cookies. Each one was golden brown, with just the right amount of chocolate chips peeking through, a subtle hint of sugar and butter wafting up from the box.

For a moment, Jonathan was at a loss for words. He stared at the cookies, then back at Yn, who was watching him expectantly, her smile widening as she saw his reaction. He swallowed, trying to find the right thing to say, but all he could manage was a quiet, “Thank you.”

He cleared his throat, his voice a little steadier as he added, “These look… amazing. I don’t know what to say, Yn. No one’s ever done something like this for me.”

Yn’s smile softened, and she reached out to lightly touch his hand, a gesture that made his heart skip a beat. “You’re welcome, John. I hope you like them.”

Jonathan nodded, still a bit dazed, as he placed the box carefully on the table. He knew in that moment, more than ever, just how much he had fallen for Yn. This simple act of kindness had touched him in a way nothing else could, leaving him both humbled and deeply moved.

“I’m sure I will,” he finally managed to say, his voice filled with genuine warmth. And as they continued their conversation, the box of cookies sitting between them, Jonathan felt a deep sense of contentment. This was something real, something he knew he could never take for granted.

Jonathan Pine sat alone in his dimly lit den, the weight of the day’s events pressing down on him like a heavy shroud. The world outside was silent, save for the occasional rustle of leaves against the windows. On his desk, surrounded by papers, files, and a glass of whiskey, sat the box of cookies Yn had given him earlier that day.

He reached for the box, carefully lifting the lid to reveal the neatly arranged cookies inside. The aroma of sugar and chocolate was a comforting contrast to the cold, sterile environment of his den. Jonathan picked up a cookie, taking a small bite, savoring the sweetness that seemed to melt away the bitterness of his thoughts, if only for a moment.

As he chewed slowly, his mind drifted to Yn. He missed them, missed the warmth of their presence, the way their voice seemed to make everything else fade into the background. It was strange how such a simple thing—a box of homemade cookies—could have such a profound effect on him. But then again, everything about Yn seemed to reach a part of him he thought long buried.

Jonathan tried to remember the last time he had eaten something home-cooked. It had been years, perhaps decades. His life had become a series of meetings, deals, and takeout meals eaten on the go. The idea of someone caring enough to make something for him, to take the time and effort to create something with their own hands, was almost foreign.

As he took another bite, he felt a pang of longing, not just for the comfort of Yn’s presence, but for the life he had once imagined he might have—a life filled with simple pleasures, with warmth and love, far removed from the cold, dangerous world he now inhabited.

He set the cookie down, staring at the half-eaten treat as if it held all the answers. Jonathan Pine, the man who controlled empires, who instilled fear with just a glance, was undone by a box of cookies. Not because of what they were, but because of who they were from, and what they represented.

For a moment, he let himself imagine a different life—a life where he could be with Yn, where he could come home to something more than this den, where the smell of home-cooked meals filled the air, and where he wasn’t just Jonathan Pine, the mobster, but simply Jonathan, a man who loved and was loved in return.

But the moment passed, and reality crept back in. Jonathan knew he couldn’t afford to dwell on what could never be, but as he reached for another cookie, he allowed himself one more bite of sweetness, one more memory of Yn, and one more fleeting moment of peace.

Jonathan Pine leaned back in his chair, staring at the ceiling as the thoughts swirled in his mind. The taste of the cookie still lingered on his tongue, a bittersweet reminder of the world he wished he could be a part of. But the world he lived in was far from sweet, and the more he thought about Yn, the more he realized just how much they meant to him.

He had tried to keep a distance, to protect them from the darkness that surrounded him. But it was too late for that now. Yn had become a part of him, a part he couldn’t bear to lose. The idea of letting them go, of allowing them to slip out of his life, was unthinkable. A life without Yn was no life at all.

Jonathan knew the risks. He knew that the truth of who he was could shatter everything they had. But the thought of losing Yn was more terrifying than any enemy he had ever faced. He had built his empire on control, on power, on the ability to command respect and instill fear. But none of that mattered when it came to Yn. For the first time, he was willing to risk it all.

No matter the consequences, no matter the cost, Jonathan Pine decided that he would not let Yn go. She was his. His to protect, his to cherish, his to love. If it came to it, if she found out who he really was—if the truth of his life as a mobster came crashing down around them—he would do whatever it took to keep her by his side. He would plead on his knees if he had to, beg for her forgiveness, for her understanding. He would lay down every piece of his armor, expose every scar, every sin, if it meant he could still have her in his life.

Jonathan wasn’t a man who begged. He wasn’t a man who showed weakness. But for Yn, he would. He would do anything to make her stay, because without her, nothing else mattered.

As he sat there in the quiet of his den, the decision solidified in his mind. Yn was his, and he would fight for her, with everything he had. No matter what it took, no matter what he had to sacrifice, he would make sure she stayed in his life. Because Yn had become his world, and he wasn’t about to let that world slip through his fingers.

The next morning, Yn arrived at the barista, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness. The usual routine was comforting—a cup of coffee, a muffin, and Jonathan Pine waiting for her. Yet, today felt different. Maya’s teasing words from the previous day echoed in her mind, causing her to wonder if Jonathan might have feelings for her beyond friendship.

As she entered the coffee shop, her gaze immediately found Jonathan. He was already seated at their usual spot on the bench by the window, his posture relaxed but his expression more introspective than usual. He looked up as she approached, a warm smile spreading across his face, though there was something in his eyes that seemed different—more intense, more searching.

Yn sat down beside him, trying to shake off her nerves. “Good morning, Jonathan,” she said, her voice a little softer than usual.

“Good morning, Yn,” Jonathan replied, his voice steady but with an undercurrent of something unspoken. He pushed a cup of coffee and a muffin toward her, a gesture as familiar as ever.

They settled into their routine, but Yn couldn’t help but steal glances at Jonathan, trying to gauge his reactions. The playful banter and easy conversation they usually shared seemed more laden with unspoken words today. Jonathan’s gaze lingered on her a bit longer than usual, and he seemed more attentive, his focus entirely on her.

Yn hesitated, then decided to broach the topic. “Jonathan, can I ask you something?” she said, her voice trembling slightly with the weight of her curiosity.

“Of course,” he replied, looking at her with genuine interest.

“Do you… ever think about what we have here?” Yn asked, her heart pounding. “I mean, this routine, these mornings. What do you think it means?”

Jonathan’s eyes softened, and he took a moment before responding. “Yn, I value these moments more than you might realize. They mean a lot to me.”

Yn felt her pulse quicken at his words. There was a sincerity in his voice that she hadn’t fully grasped before. “Do you think… do you think there’s something more to it?” she ventured, her heart in her throat.

Jonathan looked at her, his expression serious yet tender. “Yn, what we have is special. It’s more than just a routine to me. It’s been one of the few things that’s felt real and meaningful.”

Yn’s breath caught. The words were vague but laden with implications. Could it be that Jonathan felt the same way she did, but was hesitant to express it?

Jonathan seemed to sense her hesitation. “If you’re asking if I have feelings for you, the answer is yes. I care about you deeply, Yn. More than I’ve allowed myself to admit until now.”

Yn’s heart soared at his confession. The realization that Jonathan harbored feelings for her too made the world around them feel suddenly brighter. She looked at him, her eyes reflecting a mix of relief and joy.

Jonathan reached out, his hand gently brushing hers. “I know this might be unexpected, but I needed you to know how I feel. Whatever this is between us, it’s real to me, and I want it to be real for you too.”

Yn squeezed his hand, her heart full. “I’m glad you told me,” she said softly. “I’ve been thinking about it a lot, too.”

For a moment, they simply sat there, their hands connected, both feeling the weight of their feelings and the potential of what lay ahead. The routine of their mornings had transformed into something profoundly meaningful, and as they shared a quiet smile, they both knew that their connection had deepened in ways neither of them had fully anticipated.

Jonathan Pine looked at Yn, a mixture of determination and tenderness in his gaze. After their heartfelt conversation, he took a deep breath, his voice steady but filled with a certain earnestness.

“Yn, would you like to go to dinner with me?” he asked, his tone soft but resolute.

Yn raised an eyebrow, a playful glint in her eye. “Like a date?”

Jonathan smiled, his eyes never leaving hers. “Not like a date, Yn. A date. A date where I would woo you, and court you, and eventually… in proper time… put something shiny on this finger here,” he said, nodding toward her left hand.

Yn’s cheeks flushed a deep pink, her heart fluttering at his words. The idea of Jonathan planning something so romantic, so genuine, left her both excited and touched. She smiled, a mixture of shyness and joy lighting up her face.

“That sounds… wonderful,” she replied softly.

Jonathan’s smile widened, relieved and happy to see her reaction. “I’m glad you think so,” he said. “I want to make this as special as it can be.”

Yn nodded, her heart full. “I’d love to, Jonathan.”

As they sat there, the promise of a new chapter in their relationship seemed to fill the space between them. Jonathan’s proposal of a true date, with intentions of something deeper, had made everything feel even more real. Yn’s smile was a testament to her own feelings, and Jonathan felt a surge of happiness knowing that their journey together was only just beginning.

Jonathan Pine looked at Yn with a warm, determined smile. “I’ll pick you up at 8 tonight,” he said, his voice filled with promise.

Yn nodded, a mix of excitement and anticipation bubbling up inside her. “I’ll be ready,” she replied, her smile widening.

With a final, tender glance, Jonathan stood up, his gaze lingering on Yn for a moment longer before he turned and walked away. Yn watched him go, feeling a sense of eager anticipation for the evening ahead. The thought of spending a special evening with Jonathan, with all the possibilities it held, made her heart race with excitement.

At precisely 8 o’clock, Jonathan Pine arrived at Yn’s doorstep, impeccably dressed in a navy suit that exuded sophistication. The suit was tailored to perfection, hugging his lean frame and accentuating his refined demeanor. The navy fabric had a subtle sheen under the evening light, giving it a rich, deep hue. His crisp white dress shirt provided a striking contrast, and his silk tie, in a darker shade of navy with a faint, elegant pattern, completed the ensemble. His polished leather shoes gleamed with each step, and he wore a matching pocket square that added a final touch of class.

In his hand, Jonathan held a bouquet of flowers—delicate and beautiful. The arrangement featured a mix of white roses and soft pink peonies, their petals exuding a gentle fragrance. The flowers were wrapped in a simple yet elegant paper with a soft ribbon tied around it, adding a touch of understated romance.

When Yn opened the door, she stood in her fawn-colored midi dress, a vision of grace and charm. The dress was fitted at the bodice, with a flattering, gently flared skirt that reached just below her knees. The soft, neutral color complemented her complexion, and the dress's subtle sheen caught the light as she moved. The high neckline and slightly puffed sleeves added a touch of vintage elegance, and a delicate, thin belt cinched her waist, accentuating her silhouette.

Jonathan’s eyes lit up as he saw Yn, and he extended the bouquet toward her with a warm smile. “Good evening, Yn,” he said, his voice filled with admiration. “These are for you.”

Yn’s cheeks flushed with pleasure as she accepted the flowers, her eyes sparkling with happiness. “Thank you, Jonathan. They’re beautiful.”

Jonathan took her hand gently, his gaze lingering on her. “You look stunning,” he said sincerely. “Shall we?”

With a graceful nod, Yn stepped out, and Jonathan guided her to the waiting car, the evening air filled with the promise of a perfect night ahead.

As they dined in the luxurious setting of the Michelin-starred restaurant, Yn and Jonathan settled into a comfortable rhythm. The food was exquisite, and the conversation flowed easily, with both of them feeling at ease despite the opulence around them.

Yn took a sip of her wine and glanced at Jonathan. “I’ve told you a bit about me, but I don’t think I’ve shared much about my sister, Maya,” she said, a fond smile on her face. “She’s the only family I have left. She’s a surgeon and has two kids. They’re my world, really.”

Jonathan listened intently, his eyes reflecting genuine interest. “It sounds like she’s incredible,” he said.

Yn nodded, her eyes bright with affection. “She is. She’s been my rock through everything. Even though we’re not very close in distance, she’s always there for me.”

Jonathan’s gaze softened. “I’m glad you have such a strong support system.”

Yn hesitated for a moment before asking, “What about you, Jonathan? Do you have family?”

Jonathan’s expression grew more subdued. He took a moment to compose his thoughts before replying, “I’m all alone. My family… they’re gone. It’s just me.”

The quietness of his admission hung in the air, and Yn could see the weight of his words. Without hesitation, she reached out and took his hand, her touch gentle and reassuring. “I’m sorry,” she said softly. “That must be hard.”

Jonathan looked at her hand in his, the simple act of comfort bringing a flicker of warmth to his eyes. “Thank you, Yn,” he said quietly. “It is, but it means a lot to have someone like you to talk to.”

Yn squeezed his hand lightly, offering a comforting smile. “You don’t have to go through it alone,” she said. “I’m here for you, Jonathan.”

The sincerity in her voice and the warmth of her touch made Jonathan feel a sense of solace he hadn’t experienced in a long time. As they continued their conversation, the connection between them deepened, and the evening took on an even more meaningful significance.

As the evening progressed, Yn and Jonathan remained seated at their table, lost in conversation. The hours slipped by unnoticed as Yn shared anecdotes and stories from her life and college, her voice animated and filled with joy. Jonathan listened intently, his admiration for her evident in the way he looked at her—as though she were the most fascinating person he had ever encountered.

Yn’s stories painted vivid pictures of her past, and Jonathan found himself captivated by her warmth and humor. The restaurant’s soft lighting and the gentle clink of silverware provided a perfect backdrop to their intimate exchange.

Eventually, Yn stifled a yawn, and Jonathan, noticing her growing fatigue, gently placed his hand over hers. “We must go,” he said with a smile. “Time flies with you, Yn.”

Yn returned his smile, her eyes reflecting a mix of contentment and affection. “I’ve had a wonderful time, Jonathan.”

After they left the restaurant, Jonathan drove Yn back to her home. The car ride was quiet but filled with a sense of shared understanding. When they arrived, Jonathan walked her to her doorstep, his hand resting gently on the small of her back.

As they reached her front door, Yn turned to him with a soft smile. She reached up, gently tugging on his tie to bring him closer. Jonathan’s eyes met hers, filled with anticipation and tenderness.

Without a word, Yn leaned in and kissed him. The kiss was tender at first, but Jonathan responded with a passion that matched the depth of his feelings. He wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her in closer, as if wanting to hold onto the moment forever.

Their kiss deepened, a reflection of the connection they had formed over the evening. When they finally pulled away, both were breathless, their faces flushed with emotion.

Jonathan gazed into Yn’s eyes, his expression a mixture of longing and affection. “Goodnight, Yn,” he said softly. “I’ll see you soon.”

Yn smiled, her heart full. “Goodnight, Jonathan.”

As Jonathan watched her enter her home, he felt a profound sense of contentment. The evening had been perfect, and the kiss they shared was a promise of the future they both hoped to build together.

As Jonathan Pine lay in bed that night, the kiss he shared with Yn replayed in his mind like a cherished, albeit intoxicating, memory. The sensation of her lips against his, the warmth of her embrace, and the depth of emotion conveyed in that single, passionate moment were all consuming. It was as if the kiss had unlocked something within him—something he hadn't realized was so desperately craving.

He turned restlessly in bed, unable to shake the vivid recollection of her touch. Each time he closed his eyes, he saw her smile, felt the softness of her skin, and recalled the sweetness of the kiss. The more he thought about it, the more he realized just how much Yn had come to mean to him. The kiss was more than just a physical connection; it was an affirmation of the deep feelings he had developed for her.

Jonathan could no longer deny that he was captivated, even addicted to her presence. The kiss had intensified his longing for her, making him yearn for more of her warmth, her laughter, and the comfort of her company. The way she had looked at him, the way she had kissed him—everything about that night had woven itself into the fabric of his thoughts.

As he lay there, the realization hit him with a powerful clarity. Yn had become an essential part of his life, and he was more than ready to do whatever it took to keep her close. The kiss had solidified his feelings, revealing the depth of his attachment and the intensity of his desire to build something lasting and meaningful with her.

Jonathan knew that no matter the challenges or risks, he was willing to face them. Yn had become the center of his thoughts, and he was driven by an overwhelming need to make her a permanent part of his life.

The next morning, Yn arrived at the coffee shop with a sense of eager anticipation. As she walked through the familiar doors, her eyes immediately found Jonathan Pine, already seated at their usual spot. The sight of him waiting for her brought a smile to her face, and she couldn’t help but feel a flutter of excitement at the thought of their meeting.

As she approached, Yn playfully remarked, “There he is, my… boyfriend?” She raised an eyebrow, her tone light and teasing.

Jonathan looked up, his smile widening at her words. With a glint of amusement in his eyes, he replied, “It’s an badge of honor I’ll proudly wear, darling.” He then leaned in and gave her a gentle peck on the lips, a tender gesture that made her heart skip a beat.

Yn blushed slightly, her smile growing wider. The affectionate kiss and Jonathan’s response were both sweet and reassuring. As they settled into their usual routine, the connection between them felt even stronger, and Yn couldn’t wait to spend more time together, savoring each moment and the joy it brought.

Jonathan Pine watched with a mixture of anticipation and amusement as Yn took her seat. After their initial exchange, he reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a small, velvet box. He extended it to her with a playful smile. “I forgot to give you this yesterday. I guess I was too charmed,” he said, his eyes twinkling.

Yn looked at the box in surprise, her curiosity piqued. As she opened it, her breath caught at the sight of the exquisite diamond pendant nestled inside. The pendant was a delicate, sparkling diamond set in a simple yet elegant design, its brilliance catching the light in a mesmerizing way.

Her eyes widened, and she looked up at Jonathan, her voice filled with a mix of astonishment and hesitation. “John, you don’t… I’m not accepting this. It’s too much!”

Jonathan’s smile softened, and he reached out, gently closing the box with a reassuring touch. “Yn, it’s not about the gift. It’s about how much you mean to me. I wanted to give you something that reflects how special you are.”

Yn’s heart fluttered at his words, but she shook her head, still feeling overwhelmed. “It’s really beautiful, but…”

Jonathan took her hand in his, his expression sincere. “Please, Yn. Just accept it. It’s a small token of my affection and appreciation for you. I want you to have it.”

After a moment’s pause, Yn’s resistance melted away. She looked at the pendant again, her fingers brushing against its smooth surface. She could see the depth of Jonathan’s feelings reflected in the thoughtful gesture.

With a smile, she finally nodded. “Alright, John. I’ll accept it. But only because it’s from you.”

Jonathan’s face lit up with relief and happiness. He leaned in and placed a gentle kiss on her forehead. “Thank you, Yn. I’m glad you like it.”

Yn’s smile was filled with warmth as she accepted the pendant, feeling the weight of both the gift and Jonathan’s affection. The moment solidified their connection, adding another layer to the bond they were building together.

Yn laughed softly, holding up the pendant and admiring its brilliance. “It’s too sparkly for a professor like me,” she said with a teasing smile.

Jonathan’s eyes twinkled with amusement. “It’s not sparkly enough for you, Professor,” he replied playfully.

Yn shook her head, still smiling. “Okay, no more gifts for three months now, at least. You are forbidden.”

Jonathan chuckled, his gaze warm. “I promise to abide by the rule, though I must say, it’ll be quite a challenge.”

As they continued their morning routine, the playful banter and Jonathan’s thoughtful gesture left them both with a sense of contentment. The bond between them grew stronger with each passing moment, and the sparkly pendant became a symbol of their deepening connection.

With a final, swift kiss, Yn stood up, her smile lingering. “I’ve got to run to my classes,” she said, giving Jonathan a quick but affectionate peck on the lips.

Jonathan watched her leave, his heart warmed by the brief, intimate moment. “Have a great day, Yn,” he called after her, his voice filled with genuine affection.

Yn waved as she headed out, her steps light and her spirits high. The day ahead seemed brighter, buoyed by the warmth of their connection and the joy of their shared moments.

Jonathan Pine sat in his den, the room bathed in a dim, focused light that highlighted the seriousness of the meeting. Across from him sat Richard Roper, known in certain circles as Dickie, a long-time adversary. The atmosphere was tense as they discussed the territorial negotiations, but Richard’s casual, almost mocking tone was like a thorn in Jonathan's side.

“You seem to be busy these days, Jonathan,” Dickie said with a smirk. “I heard you found a new plaything for yourself… a little professor in linguistics.”

Jonathan’s jaw tightened, and his hands clenched slightly on the armrests of his chair. He struggled to keep his composure, knowing that showing any sign of weakness could be exploited. “She keeps me entertained,” he replied coolly, his voice carefully controlled.

Dickie’s smirk widened as he leaned forward. “Does your plaything know about this side hustle you have going on?” he taunted, his tone dripping with malicious curiosity.

Jonathan’s eyes narrowed, but he maintained a calm exterior. “Now, I believe our negotiations are over. We can discuss the rest over the weekend.”

Dickie chuckled, rising from his seat. “Looking forward to it, Jonathan. Don’t let your ‘professor’ keep you too distracted.”

As Dickie left, Jonathan’s thoughts turned dark. He walked to the window, staring out at the cityscape, his mind racing. The mention of Yn and the insinuation about her knowledge of his darker side were deeply unsettling. He knew that his enemies would see her as a vulnerability, a potential lever to manipulate or harm him.

I can't let anything happen to her, Jonathan thought fiercely. Not after everything we've shared. I’ve got to keep her safe. No matter what it takes.

He clenched his fists, the need to protect Yn becoming an urgent priority. I need to be more vigilant. Dickie’s words might just be a game, but I can't afford to take any chances. If anyone tries to use her against me, they’ll regret it. I’ll make sure of that.

Jonathan took a deep breath, trying to steady himself. He knew that the coming days would require him to be both strategic and cautious. The safety of the woman he had come to care so deeply about depended on his ability to handle his enemies while keeping his feelings and vulnerabilities concealed.

I won’t let anything happen to her, he vowed silently. I’ll do whatever it takes to keep her safe and out of harm’s way.

As Jonathan Pine stared out the window, the weight of Dickie's words pressed heavily on him. The concern for Yn’s safety was paramount, but a deeper, more personal fear gnawed at him: what if Yn discovered the truth about him? The thought that she might learn about his criminal activities and come to hate him was almost unbearable.

What if she finds out who I really am? Jonathan’s mind raced. What if she learns about the world I’m involved in and despises me for it?

He couldn’t bear the idea of losing her trust and affection, not after everything they had shared. The thought of Yn looking at him with disdain, or worse, feeling betrayed, was a wound he couldn’t afford to contemplate.

She deserves honesty and respect, he mused, but how can I reveal this side of my life without pushing her away?

Jonathan’s chest tightened with the fear of what might come if his two worlds collided. He knew he was walking a tightrope, trying to balance the dangerous secrets of his life with the genuine, heartfelt connection he had with Yn. The risk of her finding out and hating him for the life he led was a constant, looming shadow.

I need to protect her from this world, he thought fiercely. And I need to find a way to keep my truth from driving her away. If she ever finds out, I hope she can understand… and still care for me.

With renewed resolve, Jonathan steeled himself to safeguard both his secrets and his relationship with Yn. He had to ensure that she remained safe from both external threats and the potentially devastating truth about his double life.

Jonathan Pine felt a surge of agitation and worry as he paced his den, his chest feeling constricted with the weight of his fears. The thought of Yn discovering his true identity and the potential danger she might be in became overwhelming. He knew he couldn’t wait any longer; he had to see her now.

It was midnight when he drove to Yn’s house, the late hour doing little to quell his anxiety. When he arrived, he took a deep breath and knocked softly on her door. As it creaked open, Yn appeared, looking groggy and disoriented.

“John, is everything okay?” she asked, her voice filled with concern as she noticed the troubled look on his face. “Come in.”

Jonathan stepped inside, his demeanor both urgent and hesitant. “Can I please be here, Yn? I’m not here to do anything; I just need to be here,” he said, his voice strained and raw.

Yn’s expression softened, and she reached out to him, pulling him into a gentle embrace. “Yes, of course, love. This is your home,” she said soothingly, her arms wrapping around him and rubbing his back in a comforting gesture.

Jonathan leaned into her, the warmth of her touch providing a small measure of relief from his anxiety. He closed his eyes, letting the calm of her presence soothe his frayed nerves. The simple act of being with her, feeling her closeness, was a balm to his troubled mind.

Yn guided him to the living room and settled him on the couch, sitting beside him. “Talk to me, John,” she urged softly. “What’s going on?”

Jonathan took a deep breath, struggling to find the right words. He knew he couldn’t reveal everything, but he needed to express the depth of his distress. “It’s just… there’s so much going on,” he said quietly. “I’ve been worried, and I needed to be near you.”

Yn looked at him with understanding eyes, her concern evident. “You don’t have to go through this alone. I’m here for you, John. Whatever it is, we’ll face it together.”

Jonathan nodded, feeling a glimmer of solace from her words. He knew that, for now, being with Yn and having her support was what he needed most.

Yn gently guided Jonathan to her bedroom, her heart aching with concern for him. She led him to the bed and, with a comforting gesture, motioned for him to sit. Jonathan, still visibly agitated, eased onto the bed and rested his head on her lap.

Yn stroked his hair soothingly, her touch tender and reassuring. “Just relax, John,” she whispered softly. “You’re safe here. Try to get some rest.”

Jonathan’s eyes closed as he felt the warmth and softness of her lap. The steady, rhythmic motion of her fingers combing through his hair began to calm him. Despite the worries that had plagued him, the tranquility of being with Yn provided a reprieve from his anxieties.

As he lay there, the physical and emotional exhaustion took over. Jonathan’s breathing evened out, and he drifted into a peaceful sleep, the weight of his fears momentarily lifted by the comfort of Yn’s presence.

Yn continued to watch over him, her heart full of affection and concern. She stayed by his side, quietly ensuring that he felt secure and cared for, letting the soothing atmosphere of the room work its magic on both of them.

Jonathan woke up slowly, the soft morning light filtering through the curtains. He looked up and saw Yn still asleep, sitting with her back against the bed frame. She hadn’t moved an inch through the night, allowing him to rest peacefully on her lap. Her head was tilted slightly, and a gentle, serene expression was on her face. Despite the soreness in her back, she remained a steady, comforting presence.

Jonathan felt a profound sense of gratitude and tenderness. The sight of Yn’s unwavering care and dedication, even while enduring discomfort, filled him with a deep emotional response. He realized how much she meant to him, and how much he relied on her presence for solace and strength. Her selflessness and the way she had stayed by his side all night only deepened his feelings for her.

As Yn stirred and woke up, she shifted slightly, a slight grimace of soreness crossing her face. “Hey, you,” she said softly, her voice still tinged with sleep. “Are you okay, John? What happened…”

Jonathan looked at Yn, his expression a mix of surprise and concern. “There’s something I have to tell you about me,” he began, his voice steady but carrying a hint of trepidation.

Yn’s gaze fell to her lap, her fingers nervously fiddling with the edge of her dress. “Is it the fact that you work in the mafia?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper, her lips biting the inside of her mouth.

Jonathan’s eyes widened. “You know?”

“No, not until now,” Yn said, her voice calm but firm. “But I observe, John. It’s not often I see a man dressed every day in suits from Armani to Ralph Lauren, sitting idly in coffee shops. No job in the world is that easy. I guess I put two and two together.”

Jonathan’s heart sank, and he took a deep breath. He had feared this moment, and now that it was here, he was at a loss for words. The realization that Yn had figured it out, even without him explicitly revealing his secret, left him feeling vulnerable and exposed.

Jonathan looked at Yn, searching her eyes for any sign of betrayal or fear. “So when you went on a date with me…” he began hesitantly, “did you have an idea about what I do?”

Yn nodded, her cheeks flushing slightly. “I think I had a feeling,” she admitted softly. “But I just… my heart didn’t agree with my mind. I was attracted to you… mafia or not.”

Her words struck Jonathan deeply, and he felt a mix of relief and lingering anxiety. Her attraction to him despite his dangerous world was both reassuring and unsettling. As he listened to her, he realized just how much he wanted to protect her from the harsh realities of his life, while also yearning for her understanding and acceptance.

Jonathan, overwhelmed by a torrent of emotions, pulled Yn close and kissed her with a passion that spoke of both his longing and his relief. His lips were fervent against hers, and the kiss deepened as he poured all his feelings into it. “I love you,” he murmured between kisses, his voice trembling with sincerity.

Yn responded with equal fervor, her heart swelling with affection. “I love you too, John,” she whispered back, her voice filled with warmth and devotion.

As the sun began to rise, casting a golden hue over the city, their shared passion became a gentle, intimate expression of their bond. They moved together with a graceful intensity, their bodies finding a rhythm that mirrored the quiet, dawning light filtering through the window. The soft, early morning light illuminated the room, wrapping them in a warm, ethereal glow.

In those tender moments, time seemed to stand still. The world outside was bathed in a serene, golden light, and the city below stirred to life, but within the confines of their sanctuary, everything else faded away. Jonathan and Yn were lost in each other, their connection deepening with every touch and whispered word.

The soft rustling of the sheets and the gentle sounds of their breaths became a symphony of intimacy. Their movements were tender and unhurried, each caress and embrace an affirmation of their love. As the sun climbed higher, its light danced on their skin, accentuating the warmth and closeness they shared.

In the quiet aftermath, they lay entwined, their breaths slow and synchronized, the world outside continuing its rhythm while they remained cocooned in their private moment of unity and love. The city’s awakening was a backdrop to their personal sunrise, a symbol of the new beginnings they were embarking upon together.

As the morning progressed, Jonathan moved with a newfound sense of purpose. He quietly prepared breakfast, the aroma of fresh coffee and sizzling eggs filling the kitchen. Yn, still wrapped in the comfort of their shared night, emerged from the bedroom, her face glowing with happiness and contentment. Jonathan smiled as he served the meal, his actions tender and attentive.

After breakfast, Jonathan drove Yn to college. The car ride was filled with a comfortable silence, punctuated by occasional glances and warm smiles. He pulled up to the entrance of her campus, the early morning sun casting a soft light over the bustling scene of students and faculty.

“You’re going to be great today,” Jonathan said softly, his eyes lingering on Yn’s face.

Yn smiled, her heart full from the morning they had shared. “Thank you, John. I’ll see you later.”

As Jonathan drove away from the campus, he reflected on the profound impact Yn had on his life. He felt a deep sense of being cherished and accepted, a feeling that was both new and overwhelming.

Yn has accepted me as I am, he thought with a mixture of awe and gratitude. She knows my world, the darkness and danger, and yet she embraces me without judgment.

The weight of his double life had always been a heavy burden, but Yn’s acceptance made it feel lighter. Her love was a balm to his wounded soul, and her willingness to stand by him, despite the risks and the reality of his world, was something he had never imagined.

To be cherished in this way is more than I could have hoped for, Jonathan mused. Her acceptance means more than anything else. It’s not just about her love; it’s about the fact that she sees me fully, with all my flaws and my past, and still chooses to be with me.

He felt a profound relief and clarity as he considered how Yn’s acceptance had transformed his perspective. It wasn’t just about feeling loved; it was about feeling understood and valued in a way he hadn’t thought possible. The sense of being cherished by someone who saw beyond the surface and embraced the entirety of who he was gave him a newfound strength and resolve.

With Yn, I am not just a man hiding behind a façade, he reflected. I am someone who has found a place of genuine acceptance and love. It’s a gift I never expected, and it makes me want to protect and cherish her even more.

Jonathan’s thoughts were filled with a profound appreciation for Yn. Her acceptance and love had brought him a sense of completeness and empowerment he hadn’t known before. As he continued his drive, he felt more confident and at peace, knowing that he had someone who truly understood him and stood by him, no matter what.

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