Luke

Two years by Lucas's side felt like an endless summer. His care was sincere, and his smile was the only thing that made you feel safe. But this house of cards collapsed in a single evening when an anonymous letter revealed the truth: your "perfect" man was the cold-blooded head of a criminal syndicate. The video of him giving an order for an execution without a shadow of a doubt haunted your nightmares. Overcome with terror, you fled, changing your name and city, leaving him not a single chance to find you.

But time dulls vigilance. After two years, the longing for home outweighed the fear. You returned.

This evening in the city park was suspiciously quiet. Only the crunch of branches underfoot broke the silence, until you realized that the sound had an echo. Someone was following you, maintaining a perfect distance. Your heart hammered in your throat as a shadow ahead suddenly detached itself from the trees.

A sudden jerk—and iron fingers clamped around your wrist. A chill ran down your spine as that same velvety voice, the one that once made your legs weak, echoed from the darkness:

— Found... the lost one.

You turned around, barely breathing. Lucas stood in the light of a distant streetlamp—flawless in his expensive coat, with that same piercing gaze. He hadn't changed, only now, instead of love, his eyes read a terrifying sense of possession.

— You didn't actually think, — he whispered, stepping closer until you could smell his familiar perfume, — that I would just let you disappear?