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Chapter 9: The Things I Don’t Touch

ผู้เขียน: Elizabeta Koritnik
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Milena Dragovic

Saturday mornings were usually my reset days. A bowl of Greek yogurt with some fresh chopped up fruits. A cup of tea. Cleaning my apartment in silence. Cozy leggings and an oversized hoodie. My hair pulled into a messy bun without much thought.

Normally, it worked.

Today, it didn’t.

No matter what I did, my thoughts kept circling back to the same place. Alexander. His voice. The way he stood too close. The look in his eyes when he leaned in like he already knew what I was thinki
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  • The War Between Us   Chapter 66: The Line Drawn For Me

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  • The War Between Us   Chapter 65: The Line of Sight

    Alexander Li ChenI didn’t leave because I wanted to.I left because the line I’d sworn never to cross was behind me now, and I couldn’t let myself linger on the wrong side of it. The air outside the gym felt colder, harsher, like the city itself had been waiting for me to slip. Everything I thought I had under control… a careful plan, a rigid code, even my goddamn pulse, was suddenly up for grabs.I wasn’t stupid. There were more people keeping an eye on Milena than she’d ever imagine, and none of them looked like the kind who’d be satisfied snapping a few photos and moving on. The numbers crept higher every afternoon I kept watch. What was worse, she didn’t even seem to notice. Milena’s defenses were all pointed inward, against her own ghosts. Out here, among people like me, that kind of blindness wasn’t innocence. It was a countdown.So I did what I always did: I built a file. Rayven and I spent nights tracing back the unfamiliar faces, the strange cars, the out-of-town plates. The

  • The War Between Us   Chapter 64: No Safe Distance

    Milena DragovicAlexander didn’t let go of my wrist right away.I registered the tremor beneath his skin, the same barely-restrained violence that made him so dangerous, but now it seemed forcibly redirected, spent not on intimidation or force but on keeping himself from flying apart. He stood directly in front of me,. Towering over me. His gaze locked to mine, and I felt, before he said a word, that whatever came next would change everything.He raised his free hand, not touching, just hovering an inch from my cheek. The gesture was careful. He wanted to say something; he was holding back a thousand things.His breathing was so controlled it was almost silent, but I could see the effort it cost him.Shoulders set, jaw flexed, the pulse at his temple.When he finally spoke, it was so quiet I had to strain to hear.“I’m not good at this.”The words landed wrong at first. Too simple. Too human.Now he stood in front of me, hands shaking, admitting the one thing I’d never thought possibl

  • The War Between Us   Chapter 63: The Distance Between Control

    Milena Dragovic“That all you’ve got?”I froze. The voice came from behind me. The rest of the gym was empty, but I didn’t need to look behind me to know who it was.“I thought you weren’t training today,” I said, the words coming out with a bite I hadn’t intended. He moved closer, footsteps slow, deliberate. I could hear the faint drag of his shoes on the mat.I’d once seen him break a man’s nose in less than a second.I’d also seen him spend thirty minutes coaxing a trembling rookie back onto the ring apron after a panic attack.He was a study in contradictions, and I hated that he was the only person who’d ever really noticed the contradictions in me, too.“I finished early,” he said. “Coach told me I could use the weights, but you’ve got the floor. Didn’t want to interrupt.” The words were perfectly neutral, but I knew better. I finally turned. He was standing by the edge of the mat, arms folded loosely across that ridiculous chest, face unreadable.He was dressed in black. The ki

  • The War Between Us   Chapter 62: The Distance That Waited

    Milena DragovicMy father didn’t call.That would’ve been too honest.Instead, Nikolai texted me a single line in the middle of my lunch break, as if it had been scheduled for maximum disruption.NIKOLAI: Dad wants dinner. Tonight. Don’t be late.No greeting. No how are you. No cushion. No you good, sis?Just the expectation.It didn’t matter that I was an adult with a career. When it came to my family, I was still a subordinate, and the chain of command was unbreakable.I’d been out of my father’s house for almost a decade, technically a full adult for several years before that, and I still flinched every time his name appeared on my screen. And it always appeared, every few weeks or so, like a pop quiz I hadn’t studied for but was required to ace or risk…what, exactly?I didn’t know.Disapproval? Disinheritance?I could have ignored the message. I could have said I was busy, or had a late client, or that I wouldn’t be able to get there on time. But the truth was, I’d never ignored a

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