로그인The minutes that followed passed in silence, but not uncomfortably. Lyra finished preparing the eggs and placed everything on the table with a care that made Sasha smile discreetly. They sat facing each other, he with the coffee mug between his hands, she with a generous plate of pancakes and bacon.Sasha watched her as she ate, unhurriedly, as if that moment were… Normal. Almost domestic.“How it should be…”Murmured the beast inside him, satisfied.He ignored the comment, clearing his throat before starting the conversation:“So…” he began, spinning the mug on the table. “You live alone?”Lyra nodded, chewing a piece of pancake and wiping her mouth with a napkin before answering:“Yes, I do… It’s been about two years now.”She gave a slightly awkward smile.“And that’s why you work at that bar?”She let out a muffled little laugh.“Yeah… rent, bills, food… everything depends on me.”Sasha nodded, resting his forearms on the table and leaning slightly forward, interested.“And your f
The bar was a den of smoke, slurred voices, and the sour smell of alcohol mixed with cheap perfume. Sasha sat in the corner, ordering one shot after another, letting the liquid burn his throat, hoping it would also burn what was inside him.That emptiness that kept throbbing, reminding him of what he could not have.The waitress passed by him. From a distance, Sasha had already noticed her. He couldn’t not notice her.Her blond hair, almost golden, tied up carelessly. Her fair skin, like living marble, seemed to have a discreet, almost imperceptible glow, as if it were made of something he didn’t know how to name. And her eyes… God… One a vibrant green, the other a deep blue.He sank his face deeper into his hand, laughing low and bitter.“You’re drinking because you lost one woman… and now you can’t stop looking at another?”The voice of the Lycan inside him laughed, sarcastic.“Shut up…” he murmured, grabbing another shot.The waitress was collecting glasses when a man sitting at th
Dmitry climbed the stairs with silent but heavy steps, as if each one was a sentence he himself had to serve. The corridor was dark, except for the faint light escaping through the crack of the door to the room where Susan used to stay.He stopped in front of the door, closing his eyes for a second and taking a deep breath.“Go.” The Lycan roared inside him, impatient. “Before it’s too late.”Dmitry clenched his fist, fighting against the fear. The same fear that had always stopped him from showing himself completely.“She already knows who you are. She has already seen who we are. And she’s still there, on the other side. All that’s missing is you.”He knocked lightly on the door, his hand hesitant.Silence.For a moment, he thought about leaving, but then he heard her:“Come in…”Her voice was hoarse, muffled, like someone who had spent the entire day trying not to cry… and had failed.Dmitry opened the door slowly.Susan was sitting on the edge of the bed, knees hugged tightly to h
The sound of Susan’s heels echoed through the marble corridor like hammer blows against her own chest. She didn’t look at anyone as she left the company with Dmitry. Not a single glance, not a word. Only silence.The same silence she had endured throughout the entire workday, pretending that every click on the Rurik Motors files was more important than the pain screaming inside her.When the doors of Rurik Mansion closed behind them, Susan still kept her body rigid, her gaze lowered, her shoulders tense. She didn’t answer Dmitry when he asked if she wanted to eat something. Nor when he said he would be in the office if she needed him.She simply went upstairs.The anger was like a burning coal inside her chest. Uncomfortable, constant, alive.It was upstairs that Carla found her. She was leaving the bedroom when she saw Susan approaching, her eyes too red to hide. She didn’t need to ask anything. She opened the door and simply extended her hand, guiding her inside.Susan entered witho
The corridor was empty, except for them. Dmitry watched her, standing still, his blue eyes less icy now, carrying a different weight that even he didn’t know how to name. Susan discreetly wiped her face, as if she didn’t want him to see the marks of what she had read.He approached slowly, as if every step was measured.“I…” he began, but the sentence died.Susan stared at him but said nothing. She just waited.He took a deep breath, looking away for a brief second — something rare for him. When he met her eyes again, his tone was lower.“If you want to leave, I understand.”Susan frowned. Her answer was simple but firm:“I don’t want to.”He nodded. But something in the way she spoke… didn’t mean she was okay. She just wanted to stay busy. And he knew it.Damn it.Dmitry lowered his head for a moment, as if he wanted to pull that moment out of time and rip it out with his own hands.“You exposed her. You used her. You showed her off like a trophy in full heat. Just like those damn Alp
The sound of the door opening without warning already revealed who was coming, even before he appeared.“If you started without me, I’m offended,” Alexei entered like an elegant whirlwind rather than a threatening one, holding a bag with food that was probably forbidden by any nutritionist.“You’re late? What a surprise,” Sasha replied with a half-smile, still leaning back on the sofa with the glass of whiskey in his hand.“Style is timeless, my dear friend,” Alexei winked. His eyes scanned the room, lingering briefly on Dmitry, then on Sasha. He saw through the well-crafted facade.The relaxed shoulders, the humor in place — but he wasn’t fooled. Sasha was pretending to be better than he actually was. Alexei knew it. But he wasn’t going to push.Not at that moment.“So, has the sensation couple already arrived and caused a restructuring in the company? Or are you still pretending it’s all casual?”Dmitry let out a low, tired sigh before even answering.“Alexei…”“No, seriously.” The







