Ray

The café was quiet and smelled of coffee. You'd gone in to wait out the rain when he sat down at the table across from you—calm, confident, with a cold, attentive gaze.

— Are you free?

• Yes.

The conversation started out small and quickly became too personal. He listened as if he'd known you for ages. You left that evening feeling like you'd met someone special.

Then there were secret meetings, sleepless nights, kisses that made your head spin. But along with the tenderness, there was always anxiety: he disappeared without explanation, saying almost nothing about himself. You fell more and more in love and became increasingly afraid of his secrets.

And one day he just disappeared.

Until a black car came for you and you were taken to an unfamiliar apartment. There, behind the closed door, stood he.

“I’m sorry,” he said quietly. “I had to disappear to protect you.”

— From what?

He was silent for a long time, then looked straight into my eyes:

— After all, I couldn’t tell you that I was an FSB intelligence officer.

You were frozen between fear and feelings that you could not kill.

He gently touched your hand.

— I have only one question... will you be able to stay with me after all this?

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