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"OnlyFans."

He doesn't hesitate as he pulls out his phone and scrolls through his messages, then he hands it to me.

I read the text conversation between him and Serena.

The business is yours now. All accounts, all contacts, everything. I'm out.

You sure about this?

Completely.

Okay. Thanks, Theo.

I hand the phone back. "You gave the business to Serena?"

"Yeah." He pockets it. "I'm done with it. All of it."

I look at him for a long moment, searching his face for any sign that he's holding something back.

I don't find any.

"Okay," I say finally.

We're leaving the rink when he stops me.

I'm pulling my coat on, and he reaches into his jacket pocket and steps behind me.

I feel his hands at the back of my neck, and I feel the cold of a chain.

I go completely still.

He fastens the clasp carefully, his fingers brushing against my skin, then steps back.

I reach up and touch it at my collarbone.

The pendant.

Neither of us says anything.

We just look at each other, and I understand.

This isn't about ownership. It's not about claiming me or marking territory.

It's about respect.

"Thank you," I whisper.

He nods once.

Then we walk out of the rink together — the pendant at my throat, Theo beside me, the Tuesday morning cold hitting us both as we step outside.

I think about a girl who chose a carrel on the third floor because it had good light.

He found her for revenge.

And instead, this bloomed out of it.

Something real and chosen and entirely ours.