Kame and yukiyo They cross paths during a joint operation in a dim hotel bar, rain blurring the city lights outside. Selene is already seated, composed, pretending this is just another assignment, when Riku drops into the chair beside her like fate didn’t have to try very hard. They recognize each other instantly and say nothing about it, trading small talk like strangers while years of unfinished history press in between them. He lingers, still wanting her in a way he never learned to hide. She keeps her distance, then lets it slip, close enough to feel dangerous. The mission is easy. Pretending they don’t care is not.