He watched her like a predator sizing up prey—patient, precise, and impossibly calm. “You’ve wandered far enough,” the king murmured, his voice low and deliberate. Every instinct screamed at her to move, to run, but she couldn’t. His gaze pinned her in place, burning into her as though claiming her without touch.In that moment, Yuto understood: she was no longer lost. She had been found—and he would not let her go.