Find Me

Isak – The Restlessness Grows

The city stretched endlessly beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows of Isak’s penthouse, but he wasn’t looking at the view. He sat in the dark, fingers pressed against his temple, whiskey untouched on the table beside him.

His body was exhausted, but sleep refused to come.

The cliff.

The image haunted him. The way she had stood there, as if the wind itself might carry her away. The way she had wiped her tears and smiled—a smile that shouldn’t have existed in a moment like that.

His jaw clenched. Why couldn’t he forget her?

He closed his eyes, forcing himself to shut her out. But instead of darkness, he saw her.

A dream. A memory. Something in between.

She stood in a vast emptiness, her back to him, hair flowing like silk in the wind. When she turned, her face was unreadable—calm, accepting, yet filled with a sadness that reached into the marrow of his bones.

"Why do you look at me like that?" she asked.

He wanted to answer, but his throat was dry.

Then, she smiled. A soft, broken thing.

And as the wind picked up, she began to disappear, scattering like ashes into the night.

A sudden, sharp pain shot through his chest. Not physical. Something else. A void, vast and endless. A feeling he couldn't explain—like he had lost something before he even knew he had it.

And then—

A voice. Faint, but unmistakable.

"Find me."

Isak’s eyes snapped open, his breathing uneven.

He sat there for a moment, staring into the darkness, his pulse thrumming in his ears.

Did I really hear that?

His mind was playing tricks on him. It had to be. Dreams weren’t real. Voices didn’t whisper from the void.

Yet, for a fleeting moment, it had felt real. Too real.

His hands curled into fists. This was nonsense. A distraction. A weakness.

And weakness had no place in his world.

Pushing himself up, he walked to the liquor cabinet, pouring himself a drink. The burn of whiskey did nothing to settle him. His mind remained clouded, his blood simmering with frustration.

"You look like hell."

Isak turned sharply. Mikhail stood in the doorway of the study, arms crossed, watching him.

"Get out," Isak muttered, downing the rest of the drink.

Mikhail didn’t move. "You’re not yourself."

Isak’s grip tightened on the glass. "And who am I?"

Mikhail let out a short breath, stepping forward. "You don’t get distracted. You don’t lose focus. But something—or someone—is pulling at you. And I’ve known you long enough to see that you hate it."

Isak’s gaze darkened.

Mikhail was right. And that only made it worse.

But before he could respond, his phone vibrated on the table. A name flashed across the screen. A business call.

A perfect excuse to remind himself who he really was.

Without another word, Isak picked up the call, turning his back on Mikhail.

He was the king of the underworld. The world feared him.

And yet, somewhere in the night, there was a girl with a quiet smile and a sorrowful heart—

A girl who carried a ghost of something he couldn’t remember.

And she was starting to drive him insane.

Moon – The Unseen Eyes

The library was closing for the night, the last visitors filtering out as Moon stacked the remaining books onto their shelves.

Her arms ached. Her feet throbbed. Another exhausting day. Another day where no one would ask how she was doing.

Another day where she was nothing but a shadow in the world.

She had learned long ago that pain was just another part of existence. That no one truly cared as long as she kept going, kept smiling, kept pretending that the weight of the world wasn’t slowly crushing her.

She had been doing it since she was a child.

Moon had no memories of warmth in her home—only the sharp edges of cold words and the deafening silence of indifference.

Her mother had never looked at her the way mothers should. Not with love. Not with pride. Only with exhaustion, as if Moon’s presence was a burden too heavy to bear.

Her father? A ghost. There, but never truly there. His eyes always avoided hers, as if pretending she didn’t exist made it true.

And when he finally left—vanishing into the night with nothing but a short goodbye—Moon had understood.

She was unwanted. A mistake.

She had spent years chasing scraps of affection, only to realize they would never be hers. Not from her family. Not from anyone.

So she stopped expecting it.

She learned how to be small, how to be quiet, how to exist without being noticed. Because being noticed only led to disappointment.

Her boss had yelled at her today for something she didn’t do. Again. A customer had shoved a pile of books into her arms without a second glance. Again. The few bills in her pocket would barely last the week.

Again. Again. Again.

She took a deep breath, trying to shake the heaviness pressing against her ribs.

And then—

That feeling.

The sensation that had been following her for days.

Eyes on her.

A cold shiver crawled down her spine.

She turned her head slightly, scanning the dimly lit library. The security guard stood by the entrance, bored and scrolling through his phone. No one else was here.

Still, the unease remained.

She had ignored it at first, telling herself it was just exhaustion. But exhaustion didn’t explain the shadows shifting at the edge of her vision, the prickle at the back of her neck when she walked home at night.

She wasn’t imagining this.

Someone was watching her.

Pulling her coat tighter around herself, Moon hurried to finish her work. She just needed to get home.

She didn’t know that no matter how fast she walked, she was already stepping deeper into the darkness waiting for her.

And soon—

She would cross the line between her world and his.

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