Chapter 5: Into The Unknown
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Alina’s hands still trembled as she pressed them against the cold shelves of the storage room.
Her heartbeat thundered in her ears, drowning out the muffled sounds of the café beyond the door.
Viktor.
She didn’t know him. Had never spoken to him. But he knew her.
And the way he had spoken—so certain, so deliberate—left no room for doubt.
She was important to him.
But why?
She closed her eyes, forcing her breathing to steady. Maybe she was overreacting. Maybe he was just someone who had noticed her in passing. Maybe—
No.
Her gut told her this was something more.
And her gut had never been wrong before.
After a few minutes, she composed herself enough to step back out into the café. She avoided looking toward his table, pretending to focus on cleaning the counter.
But she could feel his gaze.
Like an invisible chain around her throat, keeping her bound to his presence.
She swallowed hard, gripping a cloth in her hands as if it would ground her.
Mila leaned in, whispering, “That guy at table five? He’s still staring at you.”
Alina forced a weak laugh. “Creepy, right?”
Mila smirked. “Creepy but hot. You could do worse.”
Alina shot her a look. “Mila.”
“What? Mysterious, rich-looking, and brooding? That’s a solid ten in my book.”
Alina shook her head, trying to ignore the way her stomach twisted at the thought.
“Anyway,” Mila continued, nudging her. “I think he’s leaving.”
Alina hesitated before glancing toward his table.
Viktor stood, his movements unhurried, precise. He slid a bill onto the table, then turned his gaze back to her.
Alina stiffened.
For a second—just a second—she saw something in his eyes.
Possession.
Then, just as quickly, it was gone.
With one last glance, he walked out of the café.
And Alina let out a breath she didn’t realize she had been holding.
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A Name That Would Change Everything
The rest of her shift passed in a haze.
She went through the motions, took orders, cleaned tables—anything to distract herself from the lingering sensation of his eyes on her.
But when her shift finally ended, she hesitated before stepping outside.
The street was quiet. Too quiet.
A chill ran down her spine.
She knew she was being paranoid. But paranoia was better than being reckless.
She pulled her coat tighter around her body and started walking home.
The air was cold, crisp, biting against her skin.
She walked quickly, glancing over her shoulder every few minutes.
No one.
No shadows lurking in alleyways. No footsteps trailing behind her.
She exhaled in relief.
Maybe she was overthinking everything.
But then—
Her phone vibrated in her pocket.
She froze.
Slowly, she pulled it out, her fingers trembling as she unlocked the screen.
Unknown Number: I’ll see you soon, Alina.
Her blood ran cold.
Her heart pounded against her ribs as she stared at the message.
No name. No explanation. Just a promise.
And deep down, she knew exactly who it was.
Viktor.
The air around her suddenly felt suffocating.
She needed answers.
She needed to know who he was—and what he wanted.
Without thinking, she did something reckless.
She typed out a single reply.
Alina: Who are you?
She hit send.
Seconds passed. Then a minute.
No response.
She swallowed hard, shoving the phone back into her pocket and quickening her pace toward home.
She locked the door behind her the second she stepped inside, her breaths shaky.
Her apartment felt too quiet.
The kind of quiet that made her skin crawl.
She double-checked the locks. Peered through the curtains.
Nothing.
Still, sleep didn’t come easily that night.
And when it did, she dreamed of ice-blue eyes watching her from the darkness.
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Elsewhere…
Viktor stared at his phone, his smirk widening.
Alina was taking the bait perfectly.
He leaned back in his chair, swirling the amber liquid in his glass.
She was curious now.
And curiosity was dangerous.
It was the first step toward losing control.
He had spent years watching her from the shadows, waiting for the right moment.
Now, that moment had come.
And she had invited him in.
He took another sip of whiskey before typing out a response.
Then, just before sending it, he whispered to himself, “Let the game begin.”
His finger pressed send.
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Alina’s Phone Vibrated Again.
Her heart stuttered as she reached for it.
Unknown Number: You’ll find out soon enough.
Her breath caught.
This wasn’t just some stranger.
This was a man with a plan.
And Alina had just become a part of it.
To be continued…
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