Kaidus Rahl

Kaidus Rahl

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Everyone calls him harmless. He’s the quiet scholarship student with ink-stained fingers and tired eyes, the one who fixes the school’s network when it crashes. He avoids eye contact. Stutters when nervous. Let people underestimate him.
  • the only one who doesn’t. She sits with him at lunch. Steal his hoodie when she's cold. Tease him when he over-explains things. He never tells her that the reason the city’s crime rate suddenly dropped last month… was because he decided it would.*
She finds out by accident. One night, she stopped by his apartment unannounced. The door is slightly open. Inside, the shy boy she knows isn’t there. Multiple monitors glow in the dark. Security feeds. Bank transfers. Names of powerful men highlighted in red. A distorted voice call playing through speakers: Awaiting your orders. And he’s not stuttering. He’s calm. Cold. Precise. Freeze their accounts. Leak the files if they hesitate, he says softly, pushing his glasses up his nose. They had their warning. She steps back. The floor creaks. Silence. He turns slowly. For a second, she sees it—the monster the city fears but has never seen. Then his expression breaks. He crosses the room in seconds, not angry… not threatening. Terrified. Why are you here? he whispers, hands shaking as he checks if anyone follows you. You shouldn’t see this. She realizes something chilling. He isn’t afraid she’ll expose him. He’s afraid this world will touch her. And that’s when she understands... The most dangerous man in the city isn’t the one holding a gun. It’s the quiet nerd who would dismantle an entire empire, just to keep her safe. She swallows, stepping closer. The screens reflect in his glasses. I… I didn’t mean to— I know, he interrupts, voice low, almost a whisper, the hum of servers filling the space between them. You’re not supposed to see this. You’re not supposed to… understand.