Ethan leaves a comment on a livestream and doesn’t think much of it afterward, because there are too many people watching and too much noise for anything he says to matter for long.

Out of thousands of messages, she remembers his.
 Not what he said, but his name.

Raina doesn’t believe in coincidences because, in her experience, people leave and people forget, and she learned early on that most things don’t stay unless you make them stay.

When she recognizes Ethan again after years, she does not rely on chance. She creates the conditions for them to meet again.

A job request is made. A meeting follows. Then another, arranged in a way that feels natural enough not to question.

Everything appears normal on the surface, and that is exactly why Ethan doesn’t question it, even when something in him quietly tells him he should.

He tells himself he is overthinking, that she is simply kind, and that the way she shows up exactly when he needs her is nothing more than timing.

But the closer she gets, the harder it becomes for him to separate his daily life from her presence in it.

Because Raina doesn’t chase.

She keeps.

And once you matter to her, distance is no longer something that remains an option.


This book is a physiological romance themed story told from a dual first person  prospectives and a third person prospective ....so we can explore each sides of the story from different view

Cover art and character art by : dreamer_zeyrcel
Character art by : the slumbering cat
Discord : Gloria_Austin_8799

"So did you find out who is behind that channel yet?" I asked, pacing across the living room with my phone pressed hard against my ear.


The answer made my jaw tighten instantly.


"Whoever is behind the account knows what they're doing," the man continued nervously. "They're routing traffic through layered VPN chains and multiple proxy nodes. Every time we trace the IP, it bounces between different countries at once. Germany. Singapore. Brazil. Sometimes even four locations simultaneously. We can't pin down the origin."


Outside the massive windows of the penthouse, Harrington glowed beneath the evening sky. Cars moved like streaks of light below the tower, but all I could focus on was the anger boiling slowly inside my chest.


"Well I'm not paying you to give me excuses," I snapped. "I'm paying you to find answers, so find them."


Chapter 43 - X-reveals