"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.
