HF

Five years ago, I disappeared without a trace. One phone call. One threat. Leave him, or they would kill him slowly enough for me to hear it happen. So I ran. I abandoned the most dangerous man I had ever known — the man who owned cities with a handshake and ruined lives with a glance. The man who loved me so obsessively that his enemies realized I was the only weakness he had. I changed my name. My hair. My accent. My entire life. Now I work a quiet, forgettable job in a small town where nobody asks questions. I smile at customers, pay rent on time, and pretend I don’t wake up every night wondering if he survived what I did to him. For five years, I believed I got away clean. Until the bell over the shop door rings. And he walks in. Older. Colder. More powerful than before. He looks at me once and says the name I buried five years ago. The worst part? He never stopped looking for me. And now that he’s found me, he’s never letting me leave again.