Hello to whoever decides to read this story, I've been wanting to write this story for a while, always kept it in my head, but I thought you know what, let's make it a thing. So here we are. I know this story will feature a very unlikely pairing especially with Diane being shipped with Wolf. But I figured let's give it a go from a different path.
I do understand that the law enforcement agency I will be representing is highly controversial, I'm well aware of HRT's past failed missions. However I believe in the function of the unit, and let's just envision that this HRT successfully brought WACO and Ruby Ridge to a peaceful resolution, with the hostages rescued and the bad guys dead or arrested :)
I strongly recommend to leave a review, otherwise enjoy the story :)
(For the current fans that have been following since the initial phase of the story, earlier chapters are being revamped while developing the storyline. Gotta maintain those standards you know)
3 months prior to the events of "The Bad Guys"...
Today marked a historic day for the Golden State. Diane Foxington had won the gubernatorial election by a substantial margin, becoming the first fox to serve as Governor of California. A massive crowd gathered before the State Capitol, with people from all walks of life eager to witness this unprecedented event. Sacramento police officers, along with the California Highway Patrol's Dignitary Protection Section (DPS), secured the area, keeping the crowd orderly as anticipation grew.
A temporary stage with a podium stood proudly before the Capitol building, where the Chief Justice of California waited, script in hand, for Diane's swearing-in. The announcer's voice boomed over the speakers, energizing the crowd as he introduced their new leader. "Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome the newly elected Governor of California, Diane Foxington!"
Diane stepped up to the podium in a sleek black pantsuit, her confident wave greeted by cheers. As she reached the Chief Justice, she was met with a warm smile.
"It's an honor to be part of this historic day, Governor Foxington," the Chief said, extending a hand. "California is in good hands."
"Thank you. I won't let you or California down," Diane replied, her voice steady with gratitude.
The Chief nodded approvingly. "I know you won't. Now, let's make it official."
With that, they began the oath ceremony, and the Chief guided Diane through the words that would confirm her role as governor:
"I, Diane Foxington, do solemnly swear that I will support and defend the Constitution of the United States and the Constitution of the State of California against all enemies, foreign and domestic; that I will bear true faith and allegiance to the Constitution of the United States and the Constitution of the State of California; that I take this obligation freely, without any mental reservation or purpose of evasion; and that I will well and faithfully discharge the duties upon which I am about to enter."
Once Diane finished her oath, the crowd erupted in applause, excitement and energy sweeping across the Capitol grounds. It was the start of a new era for the Golden State, and Diane felt the significance—and pride—of her role settle into place. Taking a deep breath, she allowed herself a small smile before stepping forward to the podium, ready to address the people.
"Thank you, California," she began, her voice carrying over the crowd. "Today, we come together not only to celebrate a new administration but to renew a promise to each and every one of you—to build a California where every voice is heard, every dream has a chance, and every corner of this state is valued and protected. This is not a promise I take lightly; it's a responsibility I cherish."
A cheer rose from the crowd as Diane continued, her green eyes bright with resolve.
"For too long, we've been divided over issues that we all, in truth, care about deeply—our environment, our communities, our future. But the time has come to stop choosing sides and start building solutions. California will lead with boldness, resilience, and a commitment to progress that serves everyone. Together, we'll support sustainable growth, protect our most vulnerable, and show the world what it truly means to be Californians."
Her voice softened as she looked out at the crowd, her gaze unwavering. "I promise to lead with transparency and integrity, to make choices that honor not only the beauty of our land but the strength of its people. We're going to be brave in our decisions, tireless in our work, and, above all, we're going to do it together."
She paused as applause and cheers echoed around her once more, then added with a grin, "So let's get to work!"
The crowd's cheers grew louder, and as she stepped back, Diane noticed the press already gathering closer, microphones and notepads ready.
"Governor Foxington!" one reporter called out, stepping forward. "What's your immediate focus as governor? Any first priorities?"
Diane raised a brow, a wry smile curving her lips. "First priority? Making sure we're not just here to look busy. You can bet on cleaner energy, safer water, and local economies that actually work for everyone. And rest assured, we're not here just to fill the air with sweet talk—we've got plans in motion."
Another reporter quickly followed, "Governor, how do you plan to address the housing crisis? Will we see more housing developments in high-density areas?"
Diane smiled, this time with a glint of determination. "You bet. We'll be creating housing that's affordable, but not at the expense of quality. I want the people who make California vibrant to afford to live here. So yes, there'll be more development—but thoughtful, lasting solutions that respect the communities they're built in."
A third reporter leaned in, a hint of urgency in his voice. "Governor, California has faced serious challenges with wildfires and drought. Do you have a specific strategy in mind to tackle these?"
Diane's expression grew focused. "Absolutely, we can't ignore those. We'll work closely with our environmental teams to enhance wildfire prevention measures and improve water conservation across the state. It's not just about putting out fires or saving water—it's about protecting lives and ensuring California's future. This state deserves real solutions, and that's exactly what we're aiming for."
A final question flew her way. "Governor, what message do you have for young Californians who may look up to you?"
Diane's eyes sparkled, and she leaned in slightly. "To every young person out there—remember, this is your stage too. Dream big, speak up, and don't let anyone convince you that your voice isn't powerful. Real change doesn't happen just because leaders say so; it happens because people like you step up, take a chance, and make it real. So don't wait—go out there and own it."
The applause reached a final crescendo, echoing across the Capitol grounds as Diane waved one last time to the crowd. Flashing a warm, grateful smile, she gave a confident nod before stepping down from the podium. She was immediately flanked by two DPS agents who fell into step beside her, guiding her through the secure path back to the Capitol building's main entrance.
The buzz of the crowd faded as she entered, excitement giving way to the hushed calm of the interior halls. Her stride didn't waver as she moved with purpose toward her first official meeting as governor. The DPS agents at her side held the doors, leading her down a private corridor lined with portraits of California's past leaders.
As they neared the meeting room, Diane took a steadying breath, preparing herself for the security briefing ahead. The door loomed before her, and she pushed it open, ready to face her team.
The room was filled with a blend of curious, excited, and respectful faces as Diane entered, her new administration gathered to greet her. Among them were both humans and animals like herself, each projecting an air of professionalism and quiet enthusiasm. Polite smiles and nods met her as she moved through the room—a gentle reassurance that her team was ready to support her every step of the way.
Nearest the door stood Ariana, Diane's new secretary, a young woman brimming with energy. She beamed, extending a hand, her enthusiasm radiating. "Oh my gosh! Governor Foxington! I am so, so excited to work with you—like, the Diane Foxington! This is such a dream come true!"
Diane smiled, suppressing a chuckle as she shook Ariana's hand, her own nerves eased by the young woman's excitement. "Thank you, Ariana. I think we're going to make a great team." Ariana's eyes sparkled as she practically squeaked, and Diane couldn't help but find her genuine excitement charming.
On the other side of the room, however, the mood was less effusive. A group of DPS agents stood at attention, their expressions serious as they nodded respectfully to Diane, acknowledging her position. She returned their nods, noting the formidable presence each of them projected. Then her attention shifted to a separate group—twenty-one men standing slightly apart. Unlike the DPS agents, they wore civilian clothing, yet their stance was unmistakable: firm, precise, and charged with military intensity. Diane's instincts told her these weren't ordinary staff or local security. Their rigid formation and unwavering focus hinted at something bigger, something… tactical.
Diane took a seat in the front row, flanked by a few staff members, as the rest of the room followed suit. Silence fell as Captain Stone, head of the DPS, approached the podium, commanding everyone's attention. He nodded to Diane, then addressed the room.
"Good afternoon, everyone," he began, his voice carrying a weight that quieted even the faintest whispers. "Today, we stand at the start of something truly historic. We welcome our new governor, Diane Foxington—someone who embodies resilience, vision, and a commitment to lead. Governor," he turned briefly to Diane, "we're here to support you with everything we've got."
The room burst into applause, showing their pride and support for Diane. When the sound faded, Captain Stone's expression grew serious.
"With this new era, however, come new risks. As the first fox elected to this office, Governor Foxington's position has naturally stirred reactions ranging from celebration to resistance. And as unfortunate as it is to say this," he paused, meeting Diane's gaze, "we know there are those who would rather see this administration fail than succeed. This reality demands a response that matches the stakes."
He gestured to the twenty-one men seated slightly apart. "Allow me to introduce the FBI's elite Hostage Rescue Team," he announced, his tone proud. "These operators represent the pinnacle of tactical expertise in law enforcement. Trained by Delta Force and DEVGRU, they've earned the nickname 'Domestic Delta'—a title that reflects their relentless dedication and unmatched operational record."
He paused to let this sink in. The room was silent, every eye fixed on the HRT members, their presence commanding respect.
"These men are not here as an added layer of security—they are here as the first and last line of defense," Stone continued, his voice resolute. "From today onward, they'll work with DPS to form a tactical response unit ready to handle high-level threats. Their purpose is simple: to take on the missions no one else can, from counter-terrorism to high-risk operations, ensuring the safety of Governor Foxington, her administration, and everyone under this roof."
His gaze returned to Diane, his voice deepening with resolve. "Governor, Domestic Delta is here because these are no ordinary times. We are not here only to stand guard—we're here to be the backbone of this administration's security, to reinforce the mission you're leading, and to make certain that nothing jeopardizes this office. This team is your safeguard, Governor. And rest assured, they never miss."
Captain Stone's gaze swept over the room as he continued. "But that's not all. In times like these, we must send a clear message: this administration will not be intimidated. Every measure is being taken to ensure Governor Foxington's safety—including adding one final, unbreakable layer of defense."
He gestured again to the Hostage Rescue Team, his words settling heavily in the air. "One of these fine men," he said, pausing for effect, "will be given the honor of becoming your personal bodyguard, Governor. Or, to put it simply… your shadow."
A ripple of murmurs stirred through the crowd, excitement and curiosity spreading among the staff and officials. Diane, intrigued and a bit surprised, straightened in her seat. She was capable of defending herself, but she understood the symbolic power of this role. In this position, she wasn't just a leader—she represented the future of the state itself.
In the back of the room, a young rookie named Kevin leaned toward his teammate, barely containing his excitement. "Can you believe it? One of us is going to be the governor's personal protector!"
The team leader, Jacob, gave a firm but quiet shush. "Settle down, Kev. Listen carefully—this isn't just any assignment. It's an honor, and a serious responsibility."
Captain Stone's voice cut through the murmurs, commanding every ear in the room. "The individual chosen for this role won't just be a guard," he said, his tone grave. "They'll be the last, closest line of defense—someone whose purpose goes beyond duty. They'll be prepared to do whatever it takes, even lay down their life, to keep Governor Foxington safe."
A respectful silence followed, with his words settling over the crowd. Captain Stone's gaze fell on the HRT contingent. "To each of you, I'll say this: we're not looking for someone who merely knows how to act in a crisis. We're looking for someone who will be her constant, undivided line of defense, someone willing to put everything on the line to ensure she stands unthreatened and unchallenged."
Diane felt the energy in the room shift, the intensity growing as the implications became clear. Whoever took on this role wouldn't just be by her side—they'd be the living barrier between her and any force that sought to undermine her leadership.
Captain Stone held the room's attention as he concluded. "In the next few hours, we'll make our decision." He turned to Diane, offering a firm nod of reassurance, which she returned, her own resolve clear.
The briefing drew to a close as the crowd stood, murmurs filling the air. Captain Stone's voice cut through once more. "DPS agents, HRT operators—HQ, now. We'll be going over new security measures and protocol updates."
Diane watched as her security team moved into action, the DPS agents and HRT operators dispersing with practiced precision. Every step reflected the responsibility they were about to undertake. For the first time, she sensed the depth of the protective network that would surround her—a quiet, formidable strength at her service.
Before departing, a sense of assurance settled over her, as if the very walls were imbued with a promise to shield her at every turn, no matter the cost.
In the bustling DPS HQ training room, HRT operators went about their routines with meticulous care. Assault rifles, sniper rifles, carbines, and specialized gear were checked, adjusted, and rechecked, each movement showcasing the operators' discipline. Meanwhile, a few members drifted over to DPS agents, striking up casual conversations as they inspected weapons side by side.
One HRT member, a grizzled veteran named Connor, smirked as he swapped stories with a DPS officer. "So, you guys ever get downtime here, or is it all business?" he asked, glancing around as if sizing up his new surroundings.
The DPS agent, Roberts, chuckled, handing Connor a fresh coffee. "Downtime? Only when the Capitol's shut down—which, let's be real, never happens. Keeps things exciting, though." He raised his coffee in a mock toast. "You ever run detail at a governor's event?"
Connor shook his head, taking a sip. "Nope, but looks like that's about to change. Guess we'll see how tactical measures hold up at a press conference or two."
Further down the room, other DPS agents gathered with HRT members, discussing protocols and exchanging knowledge. "We've got a tactical overlap here," one of the DPS agents was saying, tapping on a map on his tablet. "If we move your team into overwatch, we could have eyes on three exits."
One of the operators, Ramirez, nodded, already thinking ahead. "That'd work. We've done similar setups in tight spaces—lets us cover the governor's entry and exit without sacrificing cover."
Suddenly, the heavy clang of a door echoed through the room as Captain Stone and Jacob entered. Jacob raised his voice with a booming, "LISTEN UP, BOYS!" Every conversation halted, and the room fell into respectful silence as all eyes turned to their leaders.
Captain Stone nodded his thanks to Jacob before addressing the group. "Alright, everyone, let's get down to business. We're building an unbreakable system—a unified force of thirty DPS agents and twenty-one of the best HRT operators. Together, you'll be the backbone of Governor Foxington's administration."
He paused, his gaze sweeping across the room, ensuring he had everyone's full attention. "Here's the breakdown: for daily operations, the governor will always be accompanied by her designated shadow. Each shift will include ten DPS agents, positioned strategically for maximum coverage. Eight will handle general security, while two will scout and secure streets or sites ahead of the main party's arrival."
A DPS agent raised his hand, his expression intent. "Sir, for the scouts, will they be feeding information directly to the shadow, or will there be a dedicated relay officer?"
Stone nodded. "Good question. The scouts will communicate in real-time with the shadow and the team on the ground through a secure channel. This is essential intel, so the line stays open."
He turned to the HRT members. "As for the HRT contingent, you'll be 'on call' for daily details. DPS leads in those instances, but if there's an escalation—if the team is outgunned or the shadow signals for backup—HRT is activated immediately. And remember, if the shadow is taken out, command shifts to the governor herself or the highest-ranking DPS agent on-site."
Stone's tone turned steely. "For high-profile events, we raise the stakes. A standard DPS shift will accompany the governor, with the rest on standby, while HRT assumes overwatch. They'll be ready to respond to any high-level threat at a moment's notice."
He began distributing tactical manuals to the assembled agents and operators. "This manual is your guide. It covers joint tactics for high-risk scenarios. Learn it thoroughly—each of you needs to know how to leverage each other's skills for maximum effectiveness. We're covering entries, street defense, crowd control, and every possible scenario in between. Treat it as gospel."
A few muttered groans accompanied the distribution of manuals, but Stone and Jacob exchanged knowing looks, certain the team would treat the material with the seriousness it demanded.
One HRT operator, Harrison, let out an exaggerated sigh as he flipped through the pages. "There goes my Friday nights," he muttered, nudging his DPS counterpart, James.
James chuckled, glancing at the schedule of joint drills. "Could be worse. At least you've got good company."
Harrison grinned, clapping him on the shoulder. "Guess these extra hours won't be so bad. Just try to keep up, alright?"
Captain Stone then turned to Jacob. "Take it away, Jacob."
Jacob stepped forward, his gaze moving over the room as everyone fell silent. He addressed the HRT members, his voice direct. "There's one last thing—the assignment of the governor's shadow. This is a big one. Whoever takes on this role will carry a responsibility unlike any other."
His eyes swept across the room, lingering on each determined face. Every man here was fierce, the product of rigorous training and real-world experience. Each had seen at least two active deployments and four callouts in their time with HRT—except Kevin, the rookie, who had one deployment and two callouts to his name. But that didn't make him any less of a teammate.
Still, Jacob knew this assignment required someone who had faced and mastered intense real-world pressures. This wasn't a job for someone whose career had just begun.
As he scanned the group, his gaze landed on the one man he knew could handle the responsibility: Marcus Lee.
At 28, Marcus had served three years in HRT, each one an intense crucible that had honed him to near perfection. Jacob remembered him from his rookie days—the underdog with everything to prove, who stayed late and absorbed every bit of advice. Jacob himself had mentored Marcus, watching him grow into one of the most reliable operators on the team. In many ways, Marcus had become a role model, respected for his skill, steady temperament, and quiet resolve. Now, he'd even taken Kevin under his wing, playing the role of big brother to the newest recruit. If anyone had earned the title of the governor's "shadow," it was him.
Satisfied with his choice, Jacob raised a steady hand and pointed directly at him. "Special Agent Lee—step forward."
A ripple of surprise passed through the room as every head turned toward Marcus. Feeling the significance of the moment, Marcus cleared his throat and stepped forward with a humble nod, the smallest hint of a smile tugging at his lips. He met Jacob's gaze, recognizing the pride reflected back at him.
"Congratulations, Marcus," Jacob said warmly. "You're officially the governor's shadow."
For a split second, the room was still, the meaning of the moment settling over every face. Then, as if on cue, a loud cheer broke out, followed by applause that filled the room. Operators and DPS agents alike celebrated Marcus's selection, breaking the formality with hearty nudges, claps on the shoulder, and grins that spoke louder than words.
One of the senior HRT operators chuckled, his voice carrying over the noise, "Better polish those shoes, Lee. The governor's gonna expect her shadow to look sharp!"
Another teammate smirked, calling out, "And don't get too comfortable, Marcus! You're not skipping drills with us!"
Kevin, eyes bright with excitement, slapped Marcus on the back. "Don't forget to keep the rookie in the loop, big brother!"
Laughter rippled through the group, their pride evident as each man welcomed Marcus into his new role with the warmth and teasing of family. Marcus, doing his best to stay composed, returned handshakes and grateful nods, his heart full in a way that words couldn't capture.
Captain Stone waited for the laughter to settle, then raised his hand in a dad-like manner, shushing the team. "Alright, enough of the cheering and back-slapping," he said with a knowing smile. "Everyone, let's get moving. Duty calls—get yourselves prepped and ready. And Lee," he added, nodding to Marcus, "hang back a minute."
As the rest of the team dispersed, Marcus stayed behind with Captain Stone and Jacob, who stepped closer, their expressions more serious. Jacob placed a hand on Marcus's shoulder, his gaze conveying both pride and solemnity.
"Marcus, this is a huge responsibility," Jacob began. "Long hours, intense vigilance. You'll be on alert at all times—no exceptions. This isn't like our usual deployments; you'll have to navigate not only threats but also constant public scrutiny."
Captain Stone nodded in agreement. "The risks are high, and the demands even higher. But you're the man for this job, and we trust you'll handle it."
Marcus listened, absorbing every word with steady resolve. "Understood, sir. Honestly, after some of the callouts we've been on, this feels like a welcome change."
Jacob's face grew even more serious, and he lowered his voice as he stepped closer. "There's one more thing," he began, locking eyes with him. "This assignment isn't like anything else you've done. It requires more than tactical skill; it demands ultimate accountability. Because of this, the FBI high brass has granted you a rare authorization—a 'license to kill.'"
Marcus blinked, taking in the gravity of Jacob's words.
"This isn't some movie line," Jacob continued, his tone unwavering. "There's no paperwork trail, no bureaucratic fallback if you have to act. This is about protecting the governor—by any means necessary. But understand this," Jacob's voice grew firm, his gaze unyielding. "This level of authority comes with absolute trust. You're being given the power to end a threat if it comes down to it, and it's a responsibility that only a select few will ever hold. I know you, Marcus. I trust you'll only use it if there's truly no other option."
Marcus took a breath, feeling the enormity of the responsibility sink in. Then, with a slight smirk, he quipped, "So… am I officially 007 now?"
Jacob cracked a grin, and Captain Stone shook his head, chuckling. "Sure, Lee, if that helps you sleep at night," he teased. Then he leaned in, his eyes glinting. "But if you're going to call yourself that, you'd better look the part."
He clapped Marcus on the shoulder, his expression both resolute and proud. "Head to the locker room. There's a suit waiting for you—tailored to fit. Time to suit up, son. The governor's about to meet her new protector."
Marcus nodded, a blend of excitement and resolve filling him as he headed to the locker room. There, hanging neatly in place, was a sleek black suit, perfectly tailored and waiting just for him.
He stared at the suit, the fabric catching the light with a subtle sheen. This wasn't just clothing; it was a symbol, a mark of the responsibility he was about to embrace. He took a steadying breath, allowing himself a moment to accept the challenge ahead.
Reaching out, he ran his fingers along the fabric, feeling its smoothness and precision. This was it—the beginning of a role that few would ever understand. With a final nod to himself, Marcus grabbed the suit, his resolve solidifying. He'd be ready, vigilant, and committed to ensuring her safety.
Moments later, he stepped into the hallway, the tailored suit fitting him like a second skin. He adjusted his cufflinks, straightened his tie, and moved forward with purpose. Each step resonated with quiet focus as he stepped fully into his new reality.
Diane sat in her office, her desk already piled with the first wave of paperwork she had to tackle as governor. She let out a quiet sigh, glancing at the stack of documents that seemed endless. Policies, approvals, memos—each one a reminder of the responsibility she'd fought so hard to earn. She picked up her pen and began working through them, one by one, until a knock at the door interrupted her focus.
"Yes, come in," she called, looking up.
The door opened, and Ariana stepped in, looking energized and slightly formal. "Governor, Captain Stone and Special Agent in Charge Jacob Daniels are here to see you."
Diane straightened, offering a small nod. "Thank you, Ariana. Let them in, please."
Ariana held the door as Captain Stone and Jacob entered, both men giving her a respectful nod. Captain Stone spoke first.
"Governor Foxington," he began warmly, his tone professional. "I'd like to formally introduce you to Special Agent in Charge Jacob Daniels. He'll be leading the Hostage Rescue Team contingent assigned to ensure your safety."
Jacob extended a hand, and Diane shook it with a smile. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Agent Daniels," she said, a note of appreciation in her voice. "I've heard only good things about HRT."
"The pleasure's mine, Governor," Jacob replied with a polite smile. "We're here to meet your expectations—and then some."
They exchanged a few words about the transition and the added security measures, their conversation easy but purposeful. Eventually, Jacob handed her a slim folder. "This outlines the specifics of the security arrangements," he explained. "Inside, you'll find details on coverage, protocols, and emergency procedures."
Diane accepted the folder with a nod, setting it aside. "Thank you. I'll go over it this evening."
Captain Stone stepped forward, his demeanor shifting to one of formal gravity. "Governor, I believe it's time to introduce you to the person who will serve as your protector."
With a nod to Jacob, Stone signaled him, and Jacob raised his hand to his earpiece. "Send him in," he said crisply.
The door opened smoothly, and Marcus stepped into the room, his posture confident yet composed. The tailored black suit he wore enhanced his presence, striking a balance between elegance and authority. He approached with a polite smile, his gaze briefly meeting Diane's before he inclined his head respectfully.
Captain Stone gestured toward him. "Governor Foxington, this is Special Agent Marcus Lee," he announced. "Your shadow."
Marcus stepped forward, extending his hand, meeting Diane's gaze with a calm intensity that was both surprising and magnetic. As their hands met, a flicker of unspoken understanding passed between them.
"Governor, it's a privilege," he said, his voice firm.
"Likewise, Agent Lee," she replied, holding his gaze a moment longer than intended, a glimmer of curiosity in her eyes.
Jacob offered a nod. "Governor, Agent Lee is one of the best we've got. He's led high-stakes missions and proved himself more times than I can count. I wouldn't trust anyone else with this role."
Diane's gaze shifted to Marcus, a hint of intrigue flickering in her eyes. "Agent Lee, sounds like you're practically a legend. Hope you can keep up with me."
Marcus's smile was slow, confident. "Governor, I'd say the real question is whether you can keep me interested."
A spark lit in her eyes, one brow arching. "Then consider this your first test."
Jacob and Stone exchanged a glance, already assured this was going to work. They slipped out, leaving Diane and Marcus alone.
Marcus took his place beside her, both at ease and unflinching. Diane looked him over, her tone dropping the formal edge. "So, Marcus, aside from sticking to my every move, you any good at navigating the political minefields?"
His gaze held hers with steady ease, a glint of humor there. "I handle real minefields, Governor. But for you, I'm willing to learn."
Diane's laugh was low, sizing him up with newfound interest. "Good answer. Just don't get too comfortable. I'll keep you on your toes."
His grin tilted, his voice dropping. "I'd be disappointed if you didn't. And if I may, Governor, keeping up with you might be the best challenge yet."
Diane's smile sharpened, eyes gleaming. "Careful, Agent Lee. I set a brutal pace."
His expression was unwavering, meeting her challenge head-on. "I wouldn't want it any other way."
As she turned toward the window, her gaze swept across the city—already alive with energy, risk, and possibility. Whatever was coming wouldn't be quiet or easy, but perhaps that was the thrill of it. And with Marcus at her side, she knew she wouldn't be facing it alone.
And Marcus? He was already dialed into her rhythm, fully prepared to match her step for step, wherever it led.
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