✦ CHAPTER — "Last Day." ✦
The university campus looked different today.
Not physically.
Just…
different.
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The halls that once felt overwhelming now felt familiar.
The classrooms.
The gardens.
The noisy corridors.
Everything suddenly carried memories.
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Jay's POV
"WE'RE FINALLY FREE!"
Freya screamed dramatically in the middle of campus while holding her graduation cap like she'd survived war.
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"No because actually," Noah said seriously, "this university almost killed us."
Sarah immediately pointed at him.
> "YOU almost killed us. You failed statistics twice."
"Education is a social construct."
Mica looked exhausted already.
> "Please don't start today."
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I laughed softly while fixing my graduation robe.
The warm evening sunlight spread across the campus beautifully.
Students everywhere taking pictures.
Parents crying.
Friends hugging.
And somehow—
everything felt emotional all at once.
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"We're really graduating," I whispered quietly.
For a second—
even our chaotic group became silent.
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Then Freya grabbed my arm dramatically.
> "NO because why am I emotional now?"
Sarah sniffed immediately.
> "Stop before I cry."
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The sound of footsteps behind us interrupted the moment.
Heavy footsteps.
Familiar footsteps.
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And instantly—
everyone turned.
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Keifer.
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Black suit.
Dark tie.
Cold expression.
Still terrifying even at a graduation ceremony.
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And somehow—
students nearby STILL moved out of his way automatically.
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Noah leaned toward me immediately.
> "…why does your husband look like he owns the university?"
I tried not to laugh.
Failed immediately.
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Keifer's eyes found me within seconds.
Like always.
And just like always—
his expression softened slightly.
Tiny change.
Only visible if you knew him well.
But my friends noticed instantly anyway.
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Freya clutched Sarah violently.
> "THERE. THE FACE CHANGE. I SAW IT."
Sarah whisper-screamed:
> "HE LITERALLY LOOKS HUMAN ONLY AROUND HER."
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Keifer finally stopped in front of me.
His gaze moved slowly over my graduation robe.
Quiet.
Observing.
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Then calmly—
he reached forward and fixed the crooked collar for me.
Gentle fingers smoothing the fabric carefully.
Like he'd done it a hundred times before.
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And for some reason—
that tiny action almost made me emotional.
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"You're nervous," he said softly.
"…a little."
> "You'll survive."
Freya gasped dramatically behind me.
> "OH MY GOD THAT'S HIS VERSION OF COMFORT."
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Keifer gave her one look.
Freya immediately hid behind Noah.
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The ceremony itself passed in a blur.
Names being called.
People cheering.
Cameras flashing everywhere.
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But somehow—
every time I looked into the crowd—
I found Keifer watching me.
Always silently.
Always focused.
Like nothing else mattered.
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And suddenly I remembered:
the first time I met him.
Cold professor.
Sharp eyes.
Terrifying voice.
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Back then I never imagined this.
Never imagined: late-night cuddles, shared hoodies, domestic chaos, Mochi, or Keifer waiting quietly just to drive me home after class.
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Everything changed so slowly I never noticed it happening.
Until now.
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"Jay."
My name echoed across the stage.
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Applause filled the hall as I walked forward nervously.
And somehow—
out of hundreds of people—
my eyes still searched for him first.
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Keifer stood near the back.
Tall.
Unreadable.
But proud.
So painfully proud.
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And that hit harder than receiving the actual diploma.
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Later outside—
our entire group exploded into chaos again.
Pictures.
Laughing.
Freya crying dramatically for attention.
Noah stealing graduation flowers.
Sarah yelling at everyone.
Mica trying to organize humans impossible to organize.
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At one point Freya shoved her phone toward Keifer.
> "Take a picture of us."
The entire group froze.
Because asking Professor Keifer to take pictures felt insane.
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But somehow—
he actually took the phone.
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Mica whispered immediately:
> "…she domesticated him."
Noah nodded seriously.
> "Tragic honestly."
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Meanwhile Keifer stood there patiently taking photos while all of us screamed over poses.
And honestly?
That image alone felt unreal.
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The sun had almost set by the time everyone slowly started leaving.
One by one.
Hugs.
Promises to stay close.
Emotional chaos.
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Eventually it was just me and Keifer standing near the now quiet campus.
The evening breeze moved softly through the trees.
Everything golden.
Peaceful.
Ending.
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I looked around slowly.
"…feels weird."
Keifer glanced at me.
> "What does?"
"University ending."
Silence.
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Then quietly I laughed.
"…I spent so much time here."
He stared at me for a moment.
Then stepped closer slowly.
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His hand settled naturally against my waist again.
Familiar.
Warm.
Home.
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And softly—
so softly—
he said:
> "Good."
I blinked.
"…good?"
A tiny smirk appeared on his face.
Rare.
Dangerous.
Beautiful.
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Then:
> "Now I get you all to myself."
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✦ CHAPTER — "Two Years Later." ✦
The mansion was quieter these days.
Not empty.
Never empty.
Just…
settled.
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Two years had changed a lot.
The halls still echoed with footsteps late at night.
Mafia men still filled the lower floors.
Meetings still happened at impossible hours.
Danger still existed.
But somehow—
life felt softer now.
Warmer.
Like the mansion itself had learned how to breathe again.
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Jay's POV
"Mochi stop eating that!"
Too late.
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The fluffy white cat sprinted across the kitchen counter proudly with stolen bread in its mouth while two mafia men chased after it helplessly.
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"Little Boss, your demon cat attacked me again."
"He attacked you because you called him fat."
> "…he IS fat."
Mochi hissed dramatically.
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I laughed quietly while sitting on the kitchen counter with my legs crossed.
Honestly?
Some things never changed.
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The mansion kitchen still smelled like coffee every morning.
The mafia men still complained constantly.
And somehow—
everyone still treated me like royalty.
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One of the men handed me tea carefully.
"Boss said no coffee after midnight."
I blinked slowly.
"…he made rules again?"
The man looked terrified immediately.
> "…I wasn't supposed to tell you that."
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Before I could respond—
heavy footsteps entered the kitchen.
Familiar footsteps.
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Keifer.
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Two years later and somehow—
he still had the same effect on every room.
Conversations quieting slightly.
People straightening instinctively.
Fear following him naturally.
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But the second his eyes landed on me—
everything softened again.
Always.
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He looked exhausted.
Black dress shirt slightly rolled at the sleeves.
Tie loose.
Hair messy from work.
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And unfortunately for him—
still painfully handsome.
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"Your cat bit one of my men."
I gasped dramatically.
"Mochi would never."
The mafia man slowly lifted his bandaged finger.
Traitor.
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Keifer walked toward me quietly.
Then stopped directly between my knees where I sat on the counter.
Like this was routine now.
Because it was.
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Without saying anything—
his hands settled naturally on my thighs.
Warm.
Comforting.
Possessive.
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"You're awake late again," he murmured softly.
"…you're awake late too."
> "I work."
"You overwork."
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A tiny smirk appeared briefly on his face.
Rare enough to still make my heart stutter after two years.
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The mafia men nearby immediately disappeared.
Smart decision honestly.
Because everyone already knew:
Boss became clingy after midnight.
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Keifer stepped closer slowly until his forehead rested lightly against my shoulder.
Heavy tired sigh leaving him.
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And there it was again.
That side of him.
The side nobody else got.
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Two years later and he still came to me first when exhausted.
Still searched for me in crowded rooms.
Still relaxed only after touching me.
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My fingers slid automatically into his hair.
Softly brushing through the dark strands.
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"You had meetings all day?" I whispered.
A tired hum against my neck.
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Then quietly:
> "…missed you."
BROOOOO 😭🫀💔
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I smiled softly immediately.
Because somehow—
even after two years—
Keifer still said things like they surprised him too.
Like love was something he still wasn't fully used to feeling out loud.
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So I gently kissed his hair.
And instantly—
his arms tightened around my waist.
Like instinct.
Like home.
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Behind us—
one of the younger mafia men accidentally walked into the kitchen.
Saw the scene.
Immediately walked back out.
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"Sorry Boss."
The door closed again.
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I burst into laughter against Keifer's shoulder.
Meanwhile he looked completely unbothered.
Still holding me close.
Still half hiding against my neck.
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"…they're scared of you."
Quiet response:
> "Good."
"You traumatize people for fun."
Another tired hum.
Not denial.
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The rain outside started softly again.
Filling the kitchen with peaceful noise.
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And for a moment—
everything felt strangely complete.
Not perfect.
Not easy.
But theirs.
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Two years ago:
they were chaos.
University halls. Late-night arguments. Shared hoodies. Jealousy. Fear. Learning each other slowly.
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Now?
Now they moved around each other like breathing.
Natural.
Permanent.
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And somehow—
Keifer still looked at me like I was the first soft thing he'd ever touched. 🤍