Page 30 of Rose

Savior entered the gate code to the estate, the heavy iron doors sliding open as the Bugatti coasted down the long, winding driveway.

But instead of turning toward his main house, he veered right—down a private road carved into the landscape until the dense trees gave way to the open view of a secluded beach, the ocean stretching wide under the night sky.

Beside him, Ahzii hadn’t moved.

She sat with her arms wrapped tightly around herself, her body trembling like she was cold, though her skin glistened with sweat. The AC was on full blast. Still, her forehead dampened, her lashes wet, her lips parted slightly like she was fighting to breathe.

Like her soul had checked out.

Savior gripped the wheel tighter.

He knew he scared her. Knew blowing up that man’s car pushed her into a place she’d tried so hard to escape from. He saw it in the silent tears that trailed down her cheek. In the way her chest moved too fast, too hard. In the way her eyes didn’t focus on anything in front of her.

Guilt gripped him low in his gut, a feeling he wasn’t used to. He didn’t regret what he did—not the explosion, not the threat, not even the phone call—but seeing her like this? Shaken. Silent. Unreachable?

That shit tore him up in ways he didn’t want to admit.

He hadn’t planned any of this. He’d handled business, then headed to the club Sincere mentioned they were hitting for her and Mazi’s birthday.

He didn’t come to party—he came to see her.

Only her. But when he arrived and everyone was there except the one person he was looking for, his blood started to boil.

Kyre and Sarai played dumb, dodging questions, avoiding eye contact, feeding him bullshit answers that didn’t add up. And if they were keeping her whereabouts under wraps, it meant only one thing—Ahzii wasn’t at home like they wanted him to believe.

She was with another man.

A man he’d already warned her about.

The rage didn’t creep in—it crashed.

He found her. Of course he did. Sitting pretty across from that weak-ass nigga at some overpriced rooftop restaurant, looking bored out of her mind, but fine as hell.

Too fine to be wasting her time on someone who couldn’t keep his attention off his phone long enough to realize what was sitting in front of him.

Savior couldn’t stomach it .

He wasn’t going to let her spend her birthday with someone who didn’t know how to worship her. Someone who didn’t know what the fuck he had. Someone who didn’t deserve her.

So he handled it the only way he knew how.

The Khaos way.

But now… he was watching her fall apart in his passenger seat, and it didn’t feel like a win. Didn’t feel like he saved her from something. It felt like he’d ripped open a wound she hadn’t finished stitching up.

Savior parked the Bugatti, the soft crunch of gravel under the tires breaking the silence.

The wind rolled off the ocean and brushed against his skin as he stepped out, the salty air wrapping around him like judgment.

He wore a black t-shirt that clung to his solid frame, grey Essentials shorts hanging low on his hips, and all-black Travis Scott Jordan 1s kicking up sand as he moved to the passenger side.

He opened the door.

She didn’t move.

She just sat there, shaking—eyes still glued to the same empty space she’d been staring at for almost an hour. More tears slipped down her face, silent, helpless. The sight made something crack inside him.

“Allure…” he said softly, kneeling to her level.

Her voice cut through the night like glass.

“Leave me alone, Savior.”

Still, she wouldn’t look at him.

He reached for her hand, gentle, but she jerked like his touch burned. “Don’t—don’t touch me!” she snapped, yanking away. Her voice shattered as her eyes finally met his. “Why the fuck would you do that!? Why do you always do crazy ass shit? You a fucking lunatic!”

Savior didn’t flinch.

“I told you what would happen if you kept fucking with that nigga,” he said coolly, his hand still out. “Now get out the car.”

She launched out of the seat.

And slapped the shit out of him.

The sound cracked across the wind, but he didn’t even blink. Her hand hit his face again, then his chest. Over and over. Her fists were weak, but her pain wasn’t.

She was sobbing now. Loud, angry, broken sobs that didn’t sound like her.

He finally caught her wrists, stopping the blows, and backed her into the side of the car. He didn’t press her hard. Just held her still. Firm. Safe.

“Why you crying and shaking, Allure?” he asked, watching her closely.

Her eyes narrowed. “The fuck you mean—why am I—?” she choked out, her voice rising. “You blew up a nigga’s car! Right in front of me, Savior! I could’ve died! I could’ve—”

Her voice faltered.

Her gaze drifted from him, and her whole body stiffened.

“Burned,” she whispered. “That fire... I—I...”

Savior’s stomach dropped.

She wasn’t looking at him anymore. She wasn’t even here anymore .

Her breath caught in her throat. She gasped. Once. Twice. Then again, faster. Her knees buckled, but he caught her. Her chest was rising too fast. Her hands trembled as she looked down, panicked.

“I’m bleeding… I’m bleeding!” she cried out, clawing at her stomach.

Savior followed her hands.

There was no blood.

But her mind didn’t know that.

“Allure, baby,” he said gently. “You’re not bleeding. You’re safe.”

She didn’t hear him.

Her arms shook, fingers twitching as if she could feel the heat of the fire again. Her lips moved, whispering things he couldn’t hear. Things he didn ’ t want to hear. Her eyes squeezed shut.

“I burned... I couldn’t move... my baby—my hus—”

“Ahzii,” Savior said sharply. “Look at me.”

She shook her head.

“It’s so hot,” she whimpered. “I can’t breathe. I can’t—”

“You can , baby. I’m right here. Look at me.”

She didn’t.

He moved closer, pressed her hands between his, grounding her. “Listen to my voice. We’re gonna do this together, alright? Tell me five things you can see.”

“It’s fucking dark!” she snapped, her voice laced with panic. “There’s nothing—nothing to see!”

Her chest heaved, her face soaked with tears.

“Okay. Four things you can touch. Come on, baby. Stay with me.”

“I—I can’t...” she stammered, squeezing her eyes shut again.

Savior made a split decision.

He grabbed her face. “Just focus on this.”

Then kissed her. Not rough. Not lustful. Just something real—anchoring.

At first, she tensed under his touch.

Fought him.

But his lips didn’t waver. His thumbs brushed gently along her jaw as he kissed her deeper, slower, like he was pouring every ounce of guilt and desperation into it. Like he could bring her back with just his mouth.

And slowly... something in her cracked. Her hands clutched his shirt. She kissed him back.

Not because she forgave him. Not because it was right. But because it was real —something she could feel when nothing else made sense.

Savior pulled away, watching her closely as her breathing slowed and her eyes fluttered open. The storm in her chest had eased, her panic softening beneath the warmth of his presence.

“Kiss me again, please,” Ahzii whispered, her voice broken as more tears slid down her cheeks.

He didn’t hesitate.

He grabbed her face and crashed his lips into hers again—this time deeper, harder, like he needed her to feel every unspoken apology in his chest. Her arms locked around his neck, clinging to him like she was anchoring herself back to earth.

Savior scooped her up without breaking the kiss, one hand gripping her thigh, the other around her back.

She didn’t resist—just melted into him like she belonged there.

When he finally pulled away, it was only to check her face. Her body was relaxed. No trembling. No tension. Just the rise and fall of her chest pressed against his. Her eyes opened again, this time with curiosity instead of fear, scanning her surroundings as the wind kissed her skin.

“Where are we?” she asked, eyes still glistening.

Savior turned, letting her take it all in—the waves crashing in the distance, the way the moon spilled silver light across the shoreline like a secret. “My beach,” he said simply, still holding her like he had no plans to put her down.

Her brows lifted. “You have your own fucking beach?”

He chuckled. “Yeah. My house is a few blocks up. If we walk the shore, you’ll see it.”

Her eyes widened again, lips slightly parted as she looked around like she was waking up from a nightmare into some surreal dream. The darkness didn’t feel suffocating out here. The quiet didn’t scream loneliness. It felt calm. Safe. Like she was finally breathing for the first time all night.

“You’re the only house out here?”

“Yeah. It’s nothing but land until you hit another estate a few blocks down.”

She looked toward the water, then back at him. “Can we go down there?”

Her tone was soft. Peaceful. A complete shift from the woman who had just been unraveling in his arms. Savior blinked slowly, nodding. “Yeah... but first, you gotta let me know you good. You hit me with that hook like you’ve been training with Tyson. And you were shaking like crazy, Allure.”

Ahzii looked down, voice barely audible. “I’m good now… the fire just—it took me back to a time in my life when I lost everything. Like I was reliving it all over again.”

She didn’t go into detail. She didn’t have to.

Savior’s jaw tightened, but he didn’t press. Not yet.

“That place responsible for the burn mark on your neck you try to cover with that tattoo?”

She nodded and looked away.

“My neck... and other places I keep hidden.”

“Look at me, Allure.”

His voice was low—gentle, not demanding.

Slowly, her eyes came back to his.

“The rings... around your neck. Is what you lost connected to them?”

Her breath caught. She winced, just slightly.

“I’m not ready to talk about that,” she said quietly, pain heavy in every syllable.

He nodded once. No questions. No pressure. Just respect.