Third Person POV
Just don't ask how hard Jay agreed Keifer to go to the cafe with Grace , Honey and Eces .
Maybe it was the most difficult task for her but still she completed that .
They went to a cafe .
The café was warm, filled with the soft hum of conversations and the gentle clinking of cups.
Jay sat near the window, sunlight falling across her face like it belonged there. She was laughing—really laughing—her head tilted slightly back, her fingers wrapped around her cup. Across from her, Grace and Honey were arguing about something ridiculous, while Eces sat quietly beside Jay, watching her with a small, calm smile.
Jay looked peaceful.
Safe.
Loved.
And completely unaware.
Outside the café, across the street, a man stood beside a black car.
His eyes never left her.
In his hand, his phone lifted slowly.
Click.
Another photo.
Click.
Another.
Jay laughing.
Jay brushing her hair behind her ear.
Jay alive.
The man lowered his phone and stared at the screen.
Then he typed a message.
"Sir. I found her."
Three dots appeared instantly.
Then a reply.
"Watch her. Don't act yet."
The man smirked faintly.
Inside the café, the door opened.
Keifer stepped in.
His eyes immediately searched for her, like they always did.
And found her.
Jay.
His wife.
His peace.
A small smile touched his lips as he walked forward—but it vanished just as quickly.
Because he saw it.
Through the glass.
A man.
Standing outside.
Watching her.
Not casually.
Not accidentally.
Watching her like prey.
Keifer's body stilled.
His jaw clenched.
His instincts screamed.
The man lifted his phone again.
Click.
That was enough.
Keifer turned immediately and walked out of the café.
His steps calm.
Controlled.
Deadly.
The man didn't notice him at first.
He was too busy staring at Jay through the glass.
But then—
A hand grabbed his wrist.
Hard.
The man froze.
Slowly, he turned.
And came face-to-face with Mark Keifer Watson.
Keifer's eyes were not calm.
They were dark.
Cold.
Dangerous.
"Delete them."
His voice was quiet.
But it carried the weight of a threat.
The man stayed silent.
Keifer's grip tightened.
"Delete. Them."
Still silence.
Keifer snatched the phone from his hand.
Unlocked.
Gallery.
Photos.
Jay.
Jay.
Jay.
Dozens of them.
His vision went red.
His breathing slowed—the dangerous kind of slow.
"Who sent you?" Keifer asked.
The man smirked.
That was his mistake.
Keifer slammed him against the car.
Hard.
"WHO SENT YOU?" he growled.
The man winced but said nothing.
Then his phone buzzed.
Keifer looked down.
A name flashed on the screen.
Kaizer Watson.
Everything stopped.
For a moment, the world went silent.
Keifer's fingers tightened around the phone.
His father.
Of course.
Of course it was him.
The man who killed his own wife for money.
The man who tried to destroy his own son.
The man who wanted Watson Enterprises.
The man who wanted control.
And now—
He was targeting Jay.
Keifer's expression changed.
Not shock.
Not fear.
Something far worse.
Rage.
Cold, controlled rage.
He leaned closer to the man's ear.
"If you ever point a camera at her again…"
His voice dropped into something inhuman.
"I won't break your phone."
A pause.
"I'll break you."
The man swallowed.
Fear finally visible.
Keifer released him suddenly.
The man stumbled back, breathing hard.
Keifer deleted every single photo.
Then threw the phone at his chest.
"Tell Kaizer Watson," Keifer said quietly, "that if he touches what is mine…"
His eyes darkened.
"I'll finish what he started."
The man didn't reply.
He got into the car and drove away immediately.
Keifer stood there.
Breathing.
Thinking.
Protecting.
Then he turned.
And saw Jay through the glass.
Still smiling.
Still safe.
Still his.
She didn't know.
And he would make sure she never had to face it.
No one would touch her.
No one would take her.
Not while he was alive.
———
Third Person POV
The change did not happen suddenly.
It crept in.
Quietly.
Carefully.
Protectively.
And Jay noticed it.
At first, it was small things.
Keifer no longer let her go anywhere alone.
Not even the grocery store five minutes away.
Not even the café she had visited a hundred times before.
If she said she wanted to go somewhere, Keifer would either go with her himself…
…or someone would already be waiting outside.
A driver.
A guard.
Someone.
Always someone.
At first, Jay thought it was coincidence.
But coincidences don't repeat themselves every day.
—
One afternoon, Jay stood near the front door, holding her bag.
"I'll just go to the bookstore," she said casually.
Keifer, who was checking something on his phone, immediately looked up.
"I'll come with you."
Jay blinked.
"You're busy."
"I'll make time."
His answer was calm.
Firm.
Final.
She studied his face.
There was no hesitation.
No room for argument.
So she nodded slowly.
"Okay."
—
The second time, he didn't even pretend.
Jay had mentioned wanting to visit Grace.
Before she could even step outside, a black car was already waiting.
The driver stepped out and opened the door respectfully.
"Sir asked me to take you, ma'am."
Jay froze.
Sir.Keifer.
He hadn't even asked her.
He had already planned it.
—
The third time…
She noticed the cameras.
Small.
Hidden.
New.
One in the hallway.
One near the entrance.
One near the living room.
Jay stood there, staring at it.
Her chest tightened.
Something was wrong.
Not loud.
Not visible.
But wrong.
—
That night, she sat beside Keifer on the couch.
He was working on his laptop.
His arm rested behind her, touching her shoulder lightly.
Always touching.
Always close.
Always there.
She leaned into him gently.
"Keif…"
He hummed softly.
"Yes, wife?"
She hesitated.
Her fingers played with the edge of his shirt.
"Why don't you let me go anywhere alone anymore?"
His hand froze for a fraction of a second.
Barely noticeable.
But Jay felt it.
He closed his laptop slowly.
Turned toward her.
His eyes softened.
His fingers moved to her cheek, brushing her hair away.
"Because you're my wife."
His voice was quiet.
Low.
Protective.
"As long as I breathe, nothing will touch you."
Jay's heart skipped.
The words sounded loving.
But they carried something else too.
Fear.
Hidden beneath calm.
She searched his eyes.
Trying to find the truth he wasn't saying.
"Keif…" she whispered softly, "Did something happen?"
He didn't answer immediately.
Instead, he pulled her closer.
Her head rested against his chest.
His arms wrapped around her tightly.
Too tightly.
Like he was afraid she would disappear.
His lips pressed against her hair.
And in his mind…
He saw his father's face.
Cold.
Cruel.
Dangerous.
Kaizer Watson.
Keifer's jaw clenched.
His arms tightened around Jay protectively.
He would burn the world before letting anyone touch her.
But out loud, he only whispered:
"Nothing will happen."
—
Jay closed her eyes.
She wanted to believe him.
But deep inside…
She knew.
Something had already begun.
———
Third Person POV
Jay noticed it more clearly now.
The protection.
The restrictions.
The silent walls Keifer had built around her.
And she loved him for protecting her…
…but she was not fragile.
She was not someone who needed to be locked away from the world.
—
That afternoon, Keifer stood near the window in their room, speaking quietly on the phone.
His voice was calm, but his eyes were cold.
Sharp.
Dangerous.
Jay watched him from the bed.
Her fingers twisted the edge of the blanket.
When he ended the call, she spoke.
"Keif."
He turned immediately.
His expression softened the moment he saw her.
"Yes, wife?"
She inhaled slowly.
"I want to go somewhere this evening."
His entire body stilled.
Not visibly.
But Jay felt it.
His jaw tightened slightly.
"Where?"
His tone was calm.
Too calm.
Jay hesitated.
"I just… want to go out."
He didn't reply immediately.
He walked toward her.
Sat beside her.
His hand reached for hers instinctively.
"You can go tomorrow."
Jay frowned.
"I said evening."
His thumb brushed her knuckles gently.
"Not today."
Her heart sank.
"Why?"
Silence.
Keifer looked into her eyes.
He couldn't tell her.
Not yet.
Not until he destroyed the threat completely.
"It's not safe."
Jay pulled her hand away.
"I'm not a prisoner, Keifer."
The words hit him harder than anything.
His chest tightened.
"You are not," he said quietly.
"Then don't stop me."
Her voice wasn't angry.
It was hurt.
And that was worse.
Keifer ran a hand through his hair.
He knew that look.
Jay wouldn't stop.
She was stubborn.
Strong.
And once she decided something…
She would do it.
Even if he locked every door.
She would find a window.
He exhaled slowly.
"Fine."
Jay looked at him, surprised.
"But you won't go alone."
Before she could argue, he stood.
Opened the door.
"Eces."
Eces, who was walking past their room, stopped.
"Yes?"
Keifer's eyes met hers.
Cold.
Serious.
Sharp.
"Go with Jay this evening."
Eces frowned slightly.
She stepped closer.
"Where?"
Jay opened her mouth—
But Keifer spoke first.
"Wherever she wants."
Eces's eyes narrowed.
She knew him.
He wasn't like this without reason.
"What happened?" she asked quietly.
Keifer's jaw clenched.
"Nothing."
Eces didn't believe him.
But she didn't push.
Not yet.
She only nodded slowly.
"Okay."
Jay watched both of them.
Something was happening.
Something they weren't telling her.
And she didn't like it.
—
Evening came.
The sky turned orange.
Then darker.
Then grey.
Jay and Eces stepped outside together.
Keifer stood near the door, watching them.
His eyes didn't leave Jay.
Not even for a second.
"Call me," he said.
Jay nodded.
Eces noticed the tension.
The fear.
The warning.
Hidden in his eyes.
They entered the car.
The door closed.
The engine started.
And Keifer stood there…
Watching.
Until the car disappeared.
His hand slowly clenched into a fist.
—
The Hidden Watcher
From across the street…
A black car was parked.
Engine off.
Windows slightly tinted.
Inside, a man watched silently.
His eyes were fixed on Jay.
His lips curled into a faint smile.
He picked up his phone.
"Sir."
A pause.
"They've left."
Silence on the other side.
Then a cold voice replied.
"Follow them."
The man nodded.
"Yes, Mr. Watson."
Kaizer Watson leaned back in his chair miles away.
His fingers tapped the armrest slowly.
Patiently.
Cruelly.
"Let's see how much my son values his wife…"
His smile darkened.
"…when she starts bleeding."