Diamant's POV
Noon sunlight filtered weakly through the hospital curtains, painting the room in gentle gold. Diamant stood near the window, arms loosely crossed, watching the city stretch beyond the glass.
He had barely slept — but he felt strangely awake.
Every breath Noah took, every tiny shift or sigh he made… Diamant's attention flicked back to him instantly. His instincts were sharper than ever, protective to a level he hardly recognized in himself.
What are you doing to me, Noah…?
He glanced over again.
Noah was sitting up slightly now, pillow propped behind him, quietly flipping through a small book the nurse had left. His blonde hair fell softly over his face, making him look impossibly gentle.
So gentle it hurt.
Diamant's chest tightened with an unfamiliar warmth that didn't fade even when he looked away.
Something in him had changed.
Something irreversible.
He no longer loved quietly.
He loved completely.
And that terrified and grounded him at the same time.
Noah suddenly closed the book and blinked in Diamant's direction.
"…You're watching me again," he said, voice shy but warm.
Caught.
Diamant cleared his throat softly, trying to appear composed.
"Just making sure you're alright."
Noah smiled — small, but so sincere it nearly stole Diamant's breath.
"I am… especially because you're here."
Diamant felt the words settle in his chest like sunlight sinking into cold stone, warming places he hadn't known were cold.
Before he could respond, the door opened.
Evan Leigh stepped inside, tall and effortlessly intimidating despite the situation. His dark eyes scanned the room, then landed on Noah.
"Noah," Evan said gently, softer than he ever spoke to anyone else, "good to see you awake."
Noah gave a polite smile. "Thank you for coming."
Diamant watched Evan carefully — old habits of territory and instinct turning sharp. But Evan didn't move any closer than appropriate. He simply offered Noah a respectful nod.
Diamant relaxed slightly.
Evan turned to him next.
"We have updates."
Diamant's expression hardened, shifting instantly from soft guardian to powerful CEO.
"Report."
Evan handed him a tablet with encrypted files.
"Aiden used company resources to access transport routes and surveillance loopholes. He planned Noah's abduction for days." Evan paused. "And we found communication logs with two researchers working on the claim reductant."
Diamant's jaw clenched.
"That drug…" he muttered. "Even the prototype shouldn't exist."
"And yet," Evan said quietly, "it erased your mark."
The room fell silent.
Diamant's hand curled into a fist before he forced himself to steady his voice.
"We'll shut the project down. Permanently."
Evan nodded.
Then, unexpectedly, he softened.
"You should also prepare yourself," Evan said in a rare gentle tone. "Noah… might feel unsteady for a while. About everything."
Diamant looked toward Noah instinctively.
Noah was staring at his hands, eyes distant — as if lost in thoughts he wasn't ready to speak aloud.
Diamant's chest tightened.
He hated that Noah had to carry such weight.
After Evan left, the room quietened again.
Noah spoke first.
"…Diamant?"
His voice was small, hesitant.
Diamant turned toward him fully.
"Yes?"
Noah met his gaze, and there was something vulnerable in his eyes — something soft but uncertain.
"Yesterday… when everything happened… I thought…" He swallowed. "I thought you might hate me."
Diamant froze.
Then he crossed the room in two slow steps, stopping beside Noah's bed.
"Noah," he said quietly but firmly, "look at me."
Noah lifted his eyes.
Diamant held that gaze, steady and warm.
"There is nothing you could do," he said, "that would make me hate you."
Noah blinked fast, trying not to cry.
Diamant continued:
"And I don't want you to hide from me. Not your fear. Not your thoughts. Not your pain."
Noah's voice shook.
"But I—I don't want to be a burden."
Diamant leaned down, placing a gentle hand against Noah's cheek.
"You're not a burden. You're…"
He exhaled slowly, the truth heavy and delicate on his tongue.
"You're important to me. More than I ever expected."
A stunned silence followed.
Noah's lips parted, trembling just slightly.
And Diamant saw it.
Saw the shift.
Saw the moment Noah's heart tilted unmistakably toward him.
A fragile, hesitant warmth filled Noah's voice.
"…Then stay with me a little longer?"
Diamant brushed a thumb over the soft line of Noah's jaw.
"I'm not going anywhere."
Noah leaned subtly into his palm, and Diamant's heart tightened — protective, aching, full.
Outside the window, clouds drifted slowly across the sky.
Inside, something beautiful was beginning.
Something gentle.
Something real.
Something that neither of them could turn away from anymore.
THE NEXT MORNING
Noah's POV
The morning sun slipped quietly through the hospital blinds as Noah clasped his hands together, summoning courage he barely felt.
"Doctor," he said, trying to sit up straighter, "I feel fine now. Really. Can I… go home?"
Diamant, sitting beside his bed, slowly turned his head with the expression of a displeased lion.
"No."
The doctor hid a small smile behind his clipboard.
But Noah wasn't giving up.
He took a deep breath, softened his voice, and looked up at Diamant with wide, pleading eyes.
"…Please?"
Diamant froze.
Noah could practically see the internal battle across the alpha's face — protectiveness versus the fact that he could never say no to Noah when he looked at him like that.
The doctor cleared his throat politely.
"Well, Mr. Reed… Noah's vitals have stabilized. As long as he avoids stress, heavy activity, and receives proper support, discharge is possible."
Noah's face lit up.
Diamant stared at the doctor like he had personally betrayed him.
"…Possible," Diamant repeated, reluctantly.
The doctor nodded. "Yes. Though he must walk cautiously. And someone needs to stay with him."
Diamant exhaled sharply. "I'll do it."
Noah's heart warmed.
Of course he would.
The doctor finished the papers, and Noah felt something flutter inside him — relief, maybe. Or hope.
Finally. He could leave this place.
He wanted sunlight. Fresh air. A normal day.
But when he swung his legs over the bed and tried to stand—
His knees buckled.
"Noah!"
Instantly, Diamant was in front of him, hands steadying his waist, holding him upright with surprising gentleness for such a dominant alpha.
"I told you not to rush," Diamant muttered, voice low but soft, as if speaking too loud would shatter him.
"S-sorry…" Noah whispered, cheeks warming.
Diamant adjusted his hold, lifting Noah as if he weighed nothing and guiding him slowly to take a step.
"Again," he said quietly. "I've got you."
Noah trusted him — more than he'd trusted anyone in years — so he leaned slightly into the support and took another shaky step.
Diamant stayed close, one arm hovering protectively in case Noah stumbled again. His eyes never left Noah, full of worry he couldn't hide.
"You don't have to walk if you're tired," Diamant murmured.
"I want to," Noah insisted softly. "I want to get better."
Diamant's expression softened with something warm, something deep.
"Then we'll do it together."
Noah's heart fluttered.
By the time they reached the car, he was exhausted — but proud. Diamant carefully wrapped a blanket around him before they drove home.
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Evan's POV
Evan Leigh leaned back in his leather chair, eyes cold as he tossed a final sealed report onto his desk.
"All of them have been dealt with," he murmured.
Aiden's accomplices — the researchers involved in the drug, the security insiders who fed him information, the two drivers who helped him move equipment — every single one was neutralized.
Not killed.
But removed.
Legally dismantled, their careers and networks destroyed.
Diamant hadn't asked Evan to handle it.
But Evan always took care of the people Diamant cared for.
He closed the report and stood up.
"Now," he muttered, "nothing touches that kid again."
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Diamant's POV
Two weeks passed.
At first, Diamant barely left Noah's side. He prepared meals, made sure Noah slept enough, monitored every breath, and scolded him for walking too far, reading too long, or standing too fast.
Overprotective was an understatement.
But Noah… never complained.
He smiled. Soft, patient, grateful.
Sometimes Diamant found him curled on the couch with a blanket, looking out the window with peaceful eyes.
Sometimes he found him humming quietly while folding laundry he insisted on doing.
Sometimes he found him asleep on the balcony, sunlight across his hair like spun gold.
Every day, Diamant felt something inside him settle — as if Noah wasn't just present…
He belonged.
Now, weeks later, Noah stood in the living room by himself — steady, upright, stable. His skin held color again, his eyes were bright, and the faint trembling in his hands had faded.
"You look better," Diamant said, approaching him slowly.
Noah blinked up at him, smiling softly.
"I feel better."
Diamant reached out, brushing a strand of blonde hair behind Noah's ear.
"Good," he murmured. "You deserve to feel safe."
Noah's breath caught — because the way Diamant said safe sounded like a promise.
A promise Noah was starting to trust.
A promise he was beginning to treasure.
And as Diamant rested his hand gently on the back of Noah's head, guiding him closer with tender protectiveness, he realized—
He never wanted to let Noah be hurt again.
Not by Aiden.
Not by fear.
Not by anything.
He would protect him, cherish him, and guard him.
Because two weeks had proven something undeniable:
Noah wasn't just recovering.
He was becoming part of Diamant's life.
Part of his quiet mornings.
Part of his thoughts.
Part of his heart.
And Diamant wasn't planning on ever letting go.