Playing the Part
1335 Words
The morning light in Prague felt like a lie.
Elara stood in front of the full-length mirror in the penthouse bedroom, staring at the stranger looking back at her. The woman in the reflection wore a sleek black dress that hugged every curve, paired with a long coat that screamed money and danger. Her long dark scarlet-red hair had been styled into loose waves, and her lips were painted a deep, dangerous red.
She looked like Kai Draven’s wife.
Not Elara Voss, the hacker who had spent the last three years running from shadows.
Kai appeared behind her in the mirror, tall and devastating in a tailored black suit that made him look more like a billionaire than a killer. He stepped close, his chest brushing her back, and slowly placed a heavy diamond ring on her left hand.
“Perfect,” he murmured, voice low and rough. His steel-grey eyes met hers in the reflection. “No one will doubt you belong to me.”
Elara’s breath caught as his fingers lingered on hers. The ring felt like a brand.
“This is just an act,” she reminded him — and herself.
Kai’s lips curved into that dark, dangerous half-smile. “Keep telling yourself that, wife.”
He turned her around to face him, one hand sliding to her waist, the other tilting her chin up. For a moment, she thought he was going to kiss her again like he had last night. Instead, he leaned in until his mouth brushed her ear.
“Today we go public. We act like we can’t keep our hands off each other. Touch me. Look at me like you want me. Sell it.”
His breath was warm against her skin. Elara shivered, heat pooling low in her belly despite herself.
“And if I don’t?” she challenged softly.
Kai pulled back just enough to look into her eyes. “Then we both die.”
The drive to the upscale café in Old Town was silent but charged. Kai’s hand rested on her thigh the entire way, thumb tracing slow circles that made it impossible for Elara to think straight. When they arrived, he opened her door like a perfect gentleman, then pulled her close, one arm wrapped possessively around her waist as they walked inside.
Every eye in the elegant café turned toward them.
Kai chose a table in the center — deliberately visible. He pulled out her chair, then sat beside her instead of across, his thigh pressed firmly against hers under the table.
“Relax,” he murmured, leaning in to brush his lips against her temple. “You’re supposed to be madly in love with me.”
Elara turned her head, their faces inches apart. “I’m supposed to be pretending.”
His steel-grey eyes darkened. “Pretend harder.”
The waiter arrived. Kai ordered for both of them in perfect Czech, his voice smooth and commanding. When the man left, Kai’s hand slid under the table, resting high on her thigh. The heat of his palm burned through the thin fabric of her dress.
Elara’s breath hitched.
“People are watching,” she whispered.
“Good.” His fingers tightened. “Let them see how obsessed I am with my new wife.”
The tension between them crackled like electricity. Every look, every touch, every whispered word felt dangerously real. Elara found herself leaning into him, her hand resting on his chest, feeling the steady, powerful beat of his heart.
“You’re good at this,” she said quietly.
Kai’s gaze dropped to her mouth. “I’m even better at the parts we’re not pretending.”
Heat flooded her face. Before she could respond, his phone vibrated on the table. He glanced at it, expression hardening instantly.
“They’re here,” he said under his breath. “Two men at the corner table. Russians. They’re watching us.”
Elara’s stomach tightened. She forced herself to smile at Kai like a loving wife, leaning in to kiss his jaw.
“Then let’s give them a show,” she whispered against his skin.
Kai turned his head and captured her mouth in a slow, deep kiss right there in the middle of the café. It wasn’t gentle. It was claiming. His hand cupped the back of her neck, tilting her head as he kissed her like he owned her. Elara melted into it, fingers curling into his shirt, forgetting for a moment that this was supposed to be fake.
When they finally pulled apart, both breathing harder, Kai rested his forehead against hers.
“You’re going to be the death of me,” he murmured.
“Good,” Elara whispered back. “At least I won’t die alone.”
They spent the next hour playing the perfect newlywed couple — feeding each other bites of dessert, stealing kisses, laughing softly like they were the only two people in the world. All while knowing death was watching from across the room.
By the time they left the café, the tension between them had become unbearable.
Back in the penthouse, the door had barely closed before Kai had her pressed against it.
His mouth crashed down on hers — no more pretending, no more restraint. Elara kissed him back just as fiercely, hands sliding into his dark hair, pulling him closer. Kai lifted her effortlessly, her legs wrapping around his waist as he carried her to the bedroom.
They didn’t make it to the bed.
He set her on the edge of the dresser, hands sliding up her thighs, pushing her dress higher. His mouth trailed down her neck, teeth grazing her skin.
“Tell me to stop,” he rasped against her throat.
Elara’s head fell back. “Don’t you dare.”
The kiss turned wild. Clothes were torn away with impatient hands. Kai’s touch was everywhere — possessive, hungry, almost reverent. When he finally sank into her, deep and hard, Elara cried out his name, nails digging into his shoulders.
It wasn’t gentle.
It was raw. Desperate. Real.
They moved together like they’d been starving for each other, the fake marriage blurring into something far more dangerous. When they finally shattered together, Kai buried his face in her neck, holding her like she was the only thing keeping him anchored to this world.
For a long time, the only sound was their ragged breathing.
Then Kai lifted his head, steel-grey eyes dark with something she couldn’t name.
“Thirty days,” he said hoarsely. “That’s what we agreed.”
Elara touched his face, thumb brushing over his subtle beard.
“What if I don’t want only thirty days?” she whispered.
Kai’s eyes flashed with raw emotion. He kissed her again — slower this time, almost tender.
“Then we’re both f****d,” he murmured against her lips.
Later that night
Elara woke to the sound of Kai’s voice in the living room. Low. Dangerous.
She slipped out of bed, pulling on his shirt, and padded to the door.
“…yes, she’s with me,” Kai was saying into the phone. “Tell them if they come near my wife again, I’ll burn their entire organization to the ground.”
He ended the call and turned. His eyes softened the moment they landed on her.
“Come here,” he said quietly.
Elara walked into his arms. He held her tightly, one hand stroking her scarlet hair.
“They know we’re married,” he said. “They’re testing us. Tomorrow we have to attend a gala. My ‘business associates’ will be there.”
Elara pulled back to look at him. “Then we give them a show they’ll never forget.”
Kai’s smile was slow and lethal.
“That’s my wife.”
But as they stood there in the dark, wrapped around each other, Elara felt the weight of the truth pressing down on them.
Thirty days.
One fake marriage.
And two hearts that were already falling way too fast.
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