LOGIN{Third person's pov}Ten Years Later... The Ramos mansion no longer felt like the fortress it had once been.It was a home now, a loud one, a warm one and, according to Ethan Ramos, an unnecessarily chaotic one."Dad!" A young girl's voice echoed through the hallway and Ethan looked up from his study. "What?""You promised!" He sighed. "I promised what?"A girl of ten stormed into the room, her long hair slightly messy and her schoolbag hanging from one shoulder."You promised you'd help me with my project!" Ethan glanced at the clock and then at her.Then at the stack of papers she had dropped onto his desk.n"Your project is due tomorrow.""Yes.""And you're starting today.""Yes." He raised an eyebrow. "You are definitely your mother's daughter."She smiled proudly. "Thank you.""That wasn't a compliment.""I'll take it anyway." Ethan couldn't help laughing.He pushed his chair back. "Come here."She climbed onto the chair beside him and spread her papers across the desk.For the ne
{Third person's pov}Natasha was feeding their three months old daughter when the door opened revealing Ethan.He stepped in quietly, his eyes instantly drawn to the sight of Natasha cradling their daughter, her fingers gently brushing their daughter's cheek as she fed. The late afternoon sunlight spilled over them, painting the scene in warm gold. He leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, just watching, Natasha glanced up, sensing his presence and smiled. Soon their daughter fell asleep and Natasha placed her in the crib and looked at Ethan who was sitting on the couch."how was your day?" She asked as she walked towards him and sat on his lap.He wrapped an arm around her waist, drawing her close, her weight was familiar and grounding. "Long," he replied gruffly, his fingers tracing mindless patterns against her hip. He shifted, adjusting her on his lap as her arms looped around his neck, her familiar scent surrounding him. It was always like this after a long day, and he
{Third person's pov}Six Months Later... The Ramos mansion had changed.The oncebquiet halls were now filled with tiny clothes, unopened packages, baby books, and a nursery that Ethan had personally inspected at least twenty times.Natasha stood in front of the nursery window, one hand resting beneath her enormous belly.She smiled softly as she felt the baby move. "You're getting impatient, aren't you?"A familiar voice came from behind her. "Talking to the baby again?"She turned and Ethan stood in the doorway, his tie loosened and his sleeves rolled up.Natasha smiled. "Maybe."He walked toward her and immediately placed both hands over her stomach. "Did our little one kick?""has been kicking all morning."Ethan's eyes softened. "Already causing trouble."Natasha laughed. "they gets that from you.""Absolutely not." She raised an eyebrow. "You?""Never." She laughed again. He leaned down and kissed her stomach. "Be nice to your mother."The baby kicked and Ethan immediately looked
The mansion felt different.For the first time in months, Ethan walked through its halls without checking his phone every few minutes.There were no urgent calls, no new threats, no reports waiting on his desk.No reason to wonder whether someone was watching them from across the street.Evan was finally in custody, the case was in the hands of the authorities.And for the first time in a very long time... Ethan could breathe.He entered their bedroom and found Natasha sitting by the window.She was wearing one of his oversized shirts, her hair falling loosely over her shoulders.She looked peaceful, he stood in the doorway for a moment, simply watching her.Natasha eventually noticed him. "What?"He smiled. "Nothing.""You've been staring at me.""I know." She smiled softly. "Come here."He walked toward her and Natasha reached for his hand and pulled him closer.For a few seconds, neither of them spoke and then she whispered, "It's really over, isn't it?"Ethan nodded. "Yes.""No mo
{Third person's pov}The rain had finally stopped.A pale morning sun filtered through the windows of the Ramos Mansion, but inside the investigation room, the atmosphere remained heavy.The evidence board had grown larger over the past few weeks.Red strings connected one clue to another and Ethan stood in front of it in complete silence.Arthur entered carrying another file. "You should get some sleep."Ethan didn't move. "I will.""You've been saying that for three days." Arthur said. "I'm close." Ethan replied and Arthur sighed. "You also keep saying that."For a moment, neither man spoke.Then Arthur placed the file on the table.b"The forensic team finished recovering the deleted files from the memory card."That caught Ethan's attention. "They recovered something?"Arthur nodded. "Not much but enough."He opened the folder and Inside were several heavily damaged photographs.Most were corrupted beyond recognition and one image, however, had survived almost completely.It showed
{Third person's pov}A gray sky hung over London as Ethan's car rolled to a stop across the street from Riverside Business Centre.It was an ordinary office complex.People hurried in and out carrying briefcases and coffee cups.Nothing about it suggested that it could be connected to the person who had been hunting him.Arthur stood beside him, studying the building through a pair of binoculars."Eighteen offices have access to the underground parking," he said quietly. "Hundreds of employees."Ethan's eyes never left the entrance. "If Evan is here...he won't look like Evan."Arthur nodded. "He'll have prepared for that."The two men entered the lobby separately to avoid drawing attention, the receptionist greeted them with a polite smile. "Good morning. Can I help you?"Arthur produced his identification. "We're following up on an ongoing investigation. We'd like to review visitor records from the past six months."The receptionist hesitated only briefly before nodding."Of course."
{Third person's pov}Natasha stirred slowly, the sheets cool against her naked skin, the faint scent of his cologne still lingering like it belonged there more than she did.She didn’t open her eyes immediately. For a second, she let herself stay in that space, half-asleep, weightless, untouched by
{Third person's pov}The door shut harder than she intended. Not a slam, but enough.Natasha stood there for a second, chest rising, fingers still curled around the handle. The apartment was quiet, dimly lit, the city glowing through the glass walls. Everything about this place felt expensive, Just
{Third person's pov}If Evan had come home angry, slammed doors, shouted, Natasha would have known exactly what it was.Instead, he smiled. He brought her coffee the next morning. He kissed her forehead before leaving.He asked how she slept. And somehow, that felt worse.But wasn't it his habit? H
{Third person's pov}Evan didn’t slow down as he walked. Natasha followed, her steps quieter against the polished floor, her awareness sharper than before. His hand brushed briefly against her back as they entered the elevator, light, controlled.“Stay close,” he said as the doors closed. Silence p







