It took every ounce of willpower to move, to tear her gaze away from him. She took a deep breath, trying to steady herself, to not show any weakness. But as she began to walk past him, a part of her couldn’t help but glance in his direction once more.
Ivan Volk
His eyes—those sharp, dark eyes—caught hers.
Lena
For the briefest of moments, everything else in the world disappeared. Lena’s heart hammered in her chest, her throat dry as she tried to move past him. She cursed herself for the way her body reacted to his presence. This wasn’t a story, this wasn’t some twisted romance novel. She was not some heroine who would fall for a mafia boss.
Lena
She had to look away. She had to keep walking.
But as she passed, she heard his voice, smooth and cold, cutting through the air.
Ivan Volk
You
Lena
Lena’s body went rigid. She froze mid-step, her back to him.
Lena
Her blood ran cold as the words sank in, her steps faltering as she walked away. She didn't dare turn around. She couldn’t. She didn’t want to see him again.
Lena sat in the back of the car, her head leaning against the cold window as the city passed by in a blur. She barely noticed the familiar streets, her mind still racing, still caught in the aftermath of what had just happened.
Lena
She couldn’t get his face out of her mind. Those sharp, ice-cold eyes that had locked onto hers for that brief moment in the hospital hallway. The way his presence had consumed the entire room, sending an electric shock through her system.
Lena
She cursed under her breath, frustrated with herself. "Why the hell am I even thinking about him?" she muttered, her fingers gripping the seat beneath her. "I swear, I hate him. I just hate him."
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