TT

You weren’t supposed to meet Anton. And Anton definitely wasn’t supposed to become a problem. But somehow, he keeps appearing. In the café you visit when sleep refuses to come. Outside your apartment when the hour is too late for anyone to be waiting. Across crowded rooms, watching you with an intensity that makes you wonder what he knows—and what he wants. At first, you tell yourself it’s coincidence. Then coincidence begins to feel deliberate. Anton is frustrating. Secretive. Impossible to read. And worst of all? He knows exactly how to get under your skin. A teasing remark becomes a lingering stare. An awkward encounter becomes a silence charged with everything neither of you dares to say. An argument leaves you standing so close you can feel the heat of him—and wondering who will move first. Every almost-touch lasts too long. Every almost-kiss feels less accidental. And every time you pretend none of it means anything, Anton looks at you like he knows you’re lying. The tension is thick but unsaid, but felt. Somewhere between wanting answers and wanting him, you realize you’re in trouble. Because Anton is hiding something. Something tied to the reason you came to this town in the first place. The closer you get to the truth, the closer he pulls you in. And you can’t decide which is more dangerous: what you might uncover, or what you might do if he kisses you before you find out. Because Anton might be the only person you can trust. Or he might be the person you should have been running from all along. And falling for him? That was never supposed to be part of the plan.