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~ALEXANDER~ I know the exact moment I lost her.It isn’t when she doesn’t answer my calls.It isn’t when she starts cancelling dinners.It isn’t even when Dimitri begins walking openly at her side like he has a right to be there.It’s when I look at her across the street one evening and realize she isn’t confused anymore.She’s choosing.Not with words.With her body.With the way she angles herself toward him without noticing. With the way her shoulders soften when he speaks. With the way her laughter, rare now, precious, belongs to him.And it infuriates me.Because I love her.Because I ruined everything once, and I know it.Because if she remembered, she would never look at me like this.That truth gnaws at me relentlessly.I tell myself I can fix this.I always have.I built empires from ashes. I survived wars my enemies didn’t walk away from. I learned early that patience is a weapon, that if you wait long enough, people make mistakes.But Scarlett isn’t making one.She’s slipp

~SCARLETT~Dating Dimitri doesn’t feel dramatic.It doesn’t feel like the kind of love people write about, full of grand declarations and reckless passion.It feels… careful.And sometimes, that scares me more.He doesn’t hover. He doesn’t overwhelm me with attention. He doesn’t flood my phone with messages or demand to know where I am. Dimitri exists beside me instead of over me, and while part of me appreciates the respect, another part wonders if this is just another version of distance dressed up as restraint.Still, I like the way he looks at me.As if he’s memorizing something he’s afraid he might lose.He starts picking me up after work more often, though never directly outside the café. He always parks across the street, pretending to check his phone or take a call, but I see him through the window every time. The sight of him waiting, patient and unassuming does something warm and painful inside my chest.People notice.They always do.The whispers don’t stop just because Dim

~SCARLETT~ I start dreaming again.Not clear dreams. Not memories.Just feelings.Falling.Cold wind.Hands reaching for me too late.I wake with my heart racing and no images to hold onto, just the echo of fear clinging to my ribs like it doesn’t want to let go. Every time it happens, I lie there in the dark, staring at the ceiling, trying to convince myself that it’s nothing more than stress.Two men pulling at opposite ends of my life would make anyone restless.That’s what I tell myself.Dimitri notices first.“You’ve been distant,” he says one evening as we sit together in my living room. He’s leaned back against the arm of the couch, one leg stretched out, posture relaxed but his eyes are anything but.“I’m fine,” I say automatically.He doesn’t call me out on the lie. He never does.Instead, he reaches for my hand. “You don’t have to be strong with me.”The words loosen something in my chest.“I don’t know how to be anything else,” I admit.He studies my face like he’s search

~DIMITRI~I have survived wars.Not the kind fought with guns or claws or blood in the open, those are simple. I mean the ones fought quietly, in boardrooms and corridors of power, in rooms where the wrong word costs lives just as easily as the wrong blade.I have survived betrayal.Loss.Grief so heavy it hollowed me out from the inside and left something sharp behind.None of it compares to this.Wanting Scarlett is a constant exercise in restraint. Not because I don’t desire her, goddess help me, I do but because every instinct I have tells me that wanting her is dangerous. Not to me.To her.I learned a long time ago that love and destruction are not opposites. They walk hand in hand, smiling at each other like old friends. Every time I let myself care too deeply, something breaks. Every time I reach too far, something precious slips through my fingers and shatters on the ground.I told myself Scarlett would be different.Then I told myself she wouldn’t.And now I don’t know which

~SCARLETT~I start getting headaches.Not the normal kind. Not the dull ache that comes from exhaustion or dehydration. These are sharp, sudden, like something inside my skull is knocking, hard, demanding to be let out.They come when I’m least prepared.A voice calling my name that doesn’t belong to anyone near me.The smell of rain when the sky is clear.The sudden, overwhelming urge to run.I tell myself it’s stress.Two men orbiting my life.A job that reminds me every day that I don’t quite fit.A past I can’t remember but everyone else seems to tread around carefully.Anyone would crack under that weight.Dimitri notices before I do.“You’re pale,” he says quietly when he picks me up after work.“I’m fine,” I lie automatically.He doesn’t accept it. He never does.His hand comes up, warm against my cheek, thumb brushing just beneath my eye. The touch grounds me and unravels me at the same time.“You don’t have to pretend with me,” he says.The headache spikes, sharp and vicious.