Kairo didn't tell anyone he was leaving.
He needed noise to drown the thoughts, motion to quiet the ache in his chest. The estate felt like a pressure chamber, every corner holding Naya's silence, every screen screaming his past back at him. So he took his keys and left no security, no driver, no explanation.
The club was already alive when he arrived.
Bass rolled through the walls, lights pulsing like a heartbeat. He ordered a drink and stayed near the bar, letting anonymity blur him into the crowd. For a moment, it worked.
Then she appeared.
She was striking tall, elegant, eyes that lingered too long. She smiled as if she already knew him and slid onto the stool beside him without asking.
"You look like trouble," she said softly.
"Not tonight," Kairo replied, not unkind but firm.
She laughed. "Men always say that."
She leaned closer. Too close.
Before Kairo could respond, a familiar presence cut through the noise.
Naya stood there.
Her gaze locked first on Kairo, then shifted to the woman sharp, assessing, instantly wary. The woman noticed the shift and smiled wider, clearly enjoying the tension.
"And who is she?" the woman asked Kairo, eyes never leaving Naya.
"Someone important," he said.
Naya crossed her arms. "You're in his space."
The woman tilted her head. "And you are?"
"His bodyguard."
That made the woman laugh. "Of course you are."
She turned to Kairo, placing her hand deliberately on his chest. "You don't look like the type who likes being guarded."
Kairo stepped back immediately. "Don't touch me."
The woman's smile faltered, then hardened. "Relax. I was just talking."
"You were testing," Naya said coolly. "And you should stop."
Something in Naya's tone drew attention.
The woman scoffed. "You're jealous."
Naya's jaw tightened. "I'm observant."
The woman stepped closer to Naya now, invading her space. "Careful. You don't know who you're talking to."
Naya met her stare without blinking. "Neither do you."
The air snapped.
Kairo moved forward immediately before things got out of hand "Stop. Both of you."
But the woman quickly forward almost slapping Naya , fury replacing charm. Nails scratched. Drinks crashed.
Naya blocked, controlled, but the woman swung wildly, slapping Naya across the face.
That was the line.
Naya took her down in seconds not brutal, but undeniable. The woman hit the floor hard, stunned, humiliation burning brighter than pain.
Security rushed in as the crowd erupted.
Kairo stood frozen between relief and dread.
Naya straightened, breathing steady, eyes still locked on the woman as if trying to read something beneath the chaos.
The woman looked up from the floor, smiling through rage.
"This isn't over," she said softly.
Security dragged her away.
Kairo turned to Naya, voice low. "You followed me."
"Yes," she said. "And now you know why."just leave me alone Naya.And what was that all about.
"Nothing" Naya said.If you are mad at your lover ,you can't also be mad at your guard too.
They stood there, sirens growing louder, the weight of everything unsaid pressing between them.
Enemies didn't need to touch him tonight.
He and Naya had done enough damage on their own.
And somewhere in the shadows of the club, someone watched recording, smiling.
Because this reckless night?It would be used.