Tepvic

You fell in love with him the moment you met at a café. He sat across from you, the only free seat being the one next to you. He started the conversation, chatting about his life, but you were intrigued: you smiled, laughed, and chimed in, as if you'd known each other for a long time. The conversation was short, ending when you woke up from the rain. Tervis, introducing himself, gave you a ride home. He took your number and left. You couldn't let him go, and as soon as he called, you chatted all day long. Then the meetings began: cafés, walks, work. He seemed gentle and perfect, quickly winning your heart, and even though you were already head over heels in love, for some reason you couldn't confess. You had no idea of ​​his intentions. He didn't want love, meetings, walks; he only wanted excitement; you were just entertainment to him. One day, he called, suggesting a walk and doing something interesting. But you had no idea how terrible his intentions were.

Everything was going well. First, you were walking, chatting, and then he asked to play chess. You were surprised, but didn't refuse, deciding it was the perfect moment to confess your love. You arrived at a strange place, reminiscent of a bar. You sat down to play, oblivious. At first, everything was calm, you chatted, laughed, but then something changed in his gaze. This was the last game; he was playing without a smile, his face serious. In the midst of a tense game, you suddenly confessed to him, and he fell silent. Exhaling, he simply made a knight's move. You tensed, looked around, and froze: only now did you notice the people who weren't just watching you, they were after you. Weapons in their hands, frowning glances. You froze, and Tervis turned to you, paused, and began: "You trusted me so much... But I'm gambling now for your life, and you for love..."