
Introduction
It wasn’t.
Adrian had been watching her for months—first as a shadow, then as a savior, and finally as the man sent to decide whether she lived or disappeared.
He was supposed to erase her.
Instead, he fell in love.
Now they’re bound by a network built on secrets, code, and blood. From the streets of Vienna to the coast of Trieste, every step drags them deeper into a system that turns people into assets and love into a liability.
Nina was never meant to know what she was—a name hidden in an algorithm, a dormant asset waiting to be activated. Adrian was never meant to defy his orders. Together, they’ve broken the rules of a world that doesn’t forgive mistakes.
As enemies close in, and truth unravels faster than they can run, Nina must face the hardest question of all:
Can you love the man who was sent to destroy you—
or will the past he tried to bury take them both down?
A dark romance of obsession, betrayal, and the dangerous kind of love that rewrites every rule.
Chapter 1
Rain drummed over the city like a pulse that never stopped. It slid down the narrow streets, glossy as oil, turning every cobblestone into a mirror. Streetlamps burned through the mist with a feverish glow, and the air smelled of river water and iron.
Nina pulled her coat tighter as she hurried across the bridge toward her apartment, her umbrella trembling in the wind. The cold had crept under her skin hours ago, numbing her fingers, but she barely noticed. All she could think about was warmth—hot tea, quiet, the hum of her old radiator.
Ljubljana at midnight was a strange place. The tourists were gone, cafés shuttered, the sound of laughter drowned beneath the hiss of rain. Only the river moved, restless and black, curling beneath the arches like a secret.
Nina’s reflection followed her in every puddle: pale face, damp hair, eyes too tired for twenty-two. Marketing student. Café worker. Rent is barely paid. Life reduced to timetables and deadlines.
Yet tonight, something felt wrong.
It wasn’t the weather or the hour. It was the silence.
She had walked these streets a hundred times, but never like this—never with the sense that the air itself was listening. Every sound seemed to echo back too slowly: the click of her boots, the whisper of her breath. Her skin prickled with awareness.
A shape flickered in the corner of her eye. When she turned, there was nothing—only a lamppost flickering behind a curtain of rain.
“Paranoid,” she muttered to herself, forcing a laugh. “Too much caffeine.”
But her body didn’t believe her.
She lengthened her stride, the umbrella tilting against the wind. The glow of her apartment building finally came into view, yellow and warm against the grey. Relief loosened her chest—until she saw it.
A book.
It sat neatly on the top step, as if waiting for her.
Nina slowed. The rain had soaked through her coat by now, but she hardly felt it. She bent to pick the book up, fingers brushing the slick leather. It was old—black cover, no title, only a strange symbol etched into the front: a circle split by a vertical line. The engraving caught the lamplight like a scar.
Her pulse quickened. She should leave it there. She knew she should.
But curiosity was a fragile thing—too easily broken, too easily fed.
She lifted the book. It was heavy, cold against her palms. The lock on her door stuck, as it always did, and by the time she wrestled it open she was shivering. She flicked the light switch. A dim glow spread across the small apartment: bed, desk, shelves stacked with textbooks. Home.
The door clicked shut behind her.
For a moment, everything was still—the steady rhythm of the rain outside, the hum of the refrigerator, her heartbeat finding its rhythm again.
Then she looked down at the book.
Water droplets glimmered on its surface. She set it on the desk, peeled off her coat, and hesitated. The silence pressed close, too intimate. She almost expected the book to move on its own.
Finally, she opened it.
The pages smelled of dust and something metallic, like old ink. Notes filled the margins—handwritten, careful, deliberate. Lines about lectures, coffee orders, errands. But they weren’t random. They were about her.
Her name appeared in precise script: Nina.
She blinked, reread. Her breath stuttered.
“Nina doesn’t realise how much she underlines when she studies. She always marks the wrong details first.”
A chill spread up her spine.
She turned another page.
“She bites the inside of her cheek when she’s nervous. She prefers the river to the square. She pretends not to listen when people talk about her.”
Her hand trembled. She flipped faster. The pages whispered secrets back to her, intimate, small things no one else should know.
Her throat tightened. “No,” she whispered. “No, this isn’t—”
But there it was—proof of eyes that had followed her, hours she hadn’t known she was watched.
Outside, thunder rolled over the city.
At the bottom of one page, a single sentence waited, written as though it had been added after everything else:
“Stop walking home alone so late. It’s dangerous.”
Nina’s breath caught.
Her gaze darted to the window. Rain blurred the glass, streaks of light bending like ghosts. For a heartbeat, she saw it—movement across the street. A figure standing perfectly still beneath the lamplight.
Tall. Unmoving. Watching.
Her pulse thundered in her ears. She blinked, and the space was empty.
She slammed the book shut and stumbled back, knocking her chair over. Her body trembled uncontrollably now, adrenaline washing through her like electricity.
“Get a grip,” she told herself aloud, but her voice cracked.
The book lay silent on the desk, its cover gleaming faintly in the lamplight.
She edged toward the window, fingers brushing the curtain. The street outside looked deserted. Only the rain moved.
Still, she couldn’t shake the feeling that someone—something had left that book on purpose.
She locked the window. Then the door. Twice.
When she finally crawled into bed, the book was still on the desk, a dark silhouette against the glow of her lamp. She turned the light off, but sleep didn’t come.
Hours passed. The rain softened. The silence deepened.
And then, faintly, through the hum of the city, she heard it—three knocks against her door. Slow. Even.
She froze.
The knocks didn’t come again. Only the wind, sighing against the glass.
By dawn, she hadn’t closed her eyes once.
And outside, on the steps where the book had been, lay a single white rose—its petals beaded with rain.
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