𝐌𝐢𝐥𝐚𝐧 𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐤

You were one of the most famous actresses in the country. Cameras followed you everywhere, your name filled headlines, and red carpets had become ordinary to you.

There was only one person who made you feel truly safe.

Milan Dravik. Your bodyguard. Always one step behind you — yet somehow closer than anyone else.

What started as stolen glances slowly turned into something neither of you could deny. A deep tension. The way his cold gray eyes softened only when he looked at you.

And he loved you with everything he had — a protective, almost dangerous kind of love.

That night, you attended an important film festival together. Everything went perfectly — interviews, smiles, applause. Milan stood near you the entire time.

It was supposed to be just another ordinary night. But it wasn’t.

As you were leaving the venue, the flashes of cameras suddenly mixed with another sound.

Gunshots.

Before you could even react, Milan pulled you tightly into his arms and turned his back toward the shots, shielding you with his body.

His body jerked. And he collapsed to the ground.

You screamed his name as blood stained his black suit. Sirens filled the air. Your heart shattering with every passing second.

At the hospital, waiting felt like torture.

The doctor finally approached you.

“The bullet hit his head. We removed it… but we don’t know if he will survive.”

The surgery was over. You rushed into his room.

Machines beeped steadily in the quiet room. You sat beside his bed and gently took his hand.

“Milan… I’m here.”

His fingers moved slightly. His eyes slowly opened.

Those familiar gray eyes you knew so well… but something was missing.

He looked at you. Not with love. Not with recognition.

His voice was weak and hoarse. “Who are you?”

Your heart stopped.

His gaze shifted around the room. “Where am I?”

The worst fear you had ever imagined… had become reality.

The bullet had taken his memory.