CATALINA It's Dante.“You okay?” His eyes filled with worry, seeing my pale face.With a smile, I nodded and even offered the snack I was eating. He took a bite while still suspiciously staring at me before closing the door.“Are you sure?” I nodded again and glanced outside the window. “The door was wide open and you were closing your eyes with a pale face.” “You just left the door open and I forgot to close it. I was tired and closed my eyes to sleep,” I explained while tidying the snack in the paper bag, trying to avoid his eyes.But suddenly, his warm hand reached my cheek. “I'm sorry I woke you up.”His voice was soft and sincere. Why is this guy so soft inside but not outside?“It's okay.”Dante’s phone beeped. He read the message first before starting the car. The ride to the airport was filled with silence. I was thinking that maybe I convinced Igor with my words and did not proceed to kill me or maybe he saw Dante and retreated.I slept during the flight back to China and
CATALINA I stepped out into the sunlight and squinted against the unexpected brightness. The hospital doors whispered shut behind me, and I felt the weight of the past two days lying on the bed. I forced myself to breathe despite the pain in my shoulder and focused on the warm air and the scent of the rain that was still on the sidewalk.Dante was beside me, near enough to stabilize me with one arm around my waist. I remember when he first saw me, he drew me into his arms while trembling and silently swearing, and I could feel the tension radiating from him and the barely held rage-filled voice.Now, he was quieter. “You okay?” His voice was rough as if he didn’t quite trust the answer.I nodded without saying a word.The situation drained me. My situation worries me.I admit that I made the situation worse and I don't know how to make things better.If Luhan goes back to his father and uncle, I'm afraid he will accept the punishment for disobeying the organization. But I realized w
CATALINAThe sterile scent of antiseptic clung to the air, pressing against my senses before I could force my eyes open. My limbs feel heavy and dull with the remnants of whatever medication they had pumped into me. A soft beeping pulsed beside me, steady, rhythmic, reminding me I was still here, still breathing.I blinked against the bright fluorescence above, adjusting to the unfamiliar space. White walls. Tiled floors. The unmistakable hush of a hospital. Then…"Dante." His name barely left my lips before his hand was on mine, warm and tightened. Relief flashed in his dark eyes, contrasting with the exhaustion lining his face.“You're awake,” he murmured, his fingers tightening around mine.But something was wrong. Or rather, someone was missing.I swallowed, my throat dry as I forced myself to look past him, beyond the familiar touch of my husband, scanning the room, seeking, searching–“Luhan?” His name wavered in the stillness.Dante’s grip stiffened. Silence stretched between
CATALINAI felt Luhan’s fingers twitch beside mine… a quiet, warning squeeze. Not out of fear. But out of certainty.The silence was sharp. Luhan squared his shoulders, every muscle wound tight, his breath slow and measured. The stranger’s smirk didn’t waver as if he was savoring the moment before whatever was about to unfold.“No clever words this time?” he asked. “No desperate explanations?”Luhan didn’t answer.The air pulsed with tension, each second stretching impossibly long.Then, the stranger moved.Not sudden, not violent, but slow. His gaze flickered between us before settling on Luhan like he already knew the outcome. “You always make this so much harder than it needs to be.”“If you wanted a fight,” he said with a steady voice, “You would’ve started one already.”The stranger chuckled, but there was no warmth in it. “Who says I haven’t?”And before I could even process the meaning behind his words, the shadows behind him shifted.More people.Surrounding us.We both stiff
CATALINALuhan sagged, his chest rising and falling as relief, disbelief, and something close to grief flooded his expression. I let out a breath I didn’t realize I was holding as my body trembled under the weight of it all.Luhan's father stood unmoving, his gaze still locked on the discarded gun, as if the weight of what he’d almost done was only now settling into his bones. Luhan released a shaky breath, his hand hesitating between reaching for me or staying at his side. The tension between them hadn’t dissipated, not completely, but the worst had passed.I swallowed hard, pushing past the lingering ache in my shoulder. “We need to go,” I said, my voice hoarse, barely above a whisper.Luhan nodded, but his father’s voice cut through the charged silence before we could turn away.“You think you can just leave?” His tone was quiet. It wasn’t anger that kept him standing there now. It was something deeper.Luhan stiffened. “You had a gun on us.” His voice wasn’t loud, but the exhaus
CATALINAThe streets blurred as we ran, feet pounding against pavement slick with the humidity. Luhan’s grip tightened around mine, urgent and desperate. But I knew the truth. We weren’t outrunning his father. Not really.Luhan stumbled, catching himself against the brick wall. I turned, pressing my palm against his chest, just for a second. Just to steady him.“He won’t stop,” Luhan whispered. His voice was wrecked.I anxiously swallowed because I knew he was right.I flinched at a shadow that moved at the alley’s entrance. His father caught us.Luhan stepped forward, instinctively shielding me with his own body. His father adjusted the cuff of his sleeve slowly with his eyes settling on Luhan like this was nothing more than a business transaction.“You made this much harder than it had to be.” His voice was quiet.Luhan stiffened. “She did nothing wrong.”His father sighed, his eyes flicked to me, ignoring Luhan’s plea. “And you? Do you truly believe you can save yourself?”I swal