Kaido, Jeanette called out, her voice echoing through the crowded street. She finally found him.

Even though Kaido was masked, Jeanette recognized him way too well. She had spent countless nights in his arms, and she knew every curve and contour of his face. She knew the way he smiled, the way he laughed, and the way he looked at her with such intensity.

Kaido turned around, his eyes locking onto Jeanette's. For a moment, they just stared at each other, the tension between them palpable.

"What are you doing here?" Jeanette asked, her voice firm but laced with a hint of vulnerability.

Kaido hesitated, his eyes darting around the...