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She wasn't looking for trouble. He was the embodiment of it.

20-year-old Elena's life was ordinary—until a wrong turn down a dark alley brought her face-to-face with a man who radiated danger. Cold eyes. A cruel smirk. And a presence that made her blood freeze.

She thought it was over.

But he had already marked her.

Luca Romano doesn't believe in coincidence. When he saw her, something in him snapped. He began watching her, learning her every move, craving her innocence like an addict.

When their paths cross again, it isn't by accident.

He wants her. And Luca always gets what he wants.

A tale of obsession, control, and the blurred lines between love and possession

His Slient Mark

Elena had started walking with her head down, headphones in, music off.

It was easier to pretend she was okay that way—easier to pretend she didn't hear the whispers behind her or feel the eyes on her back when no one was supposed to be watching.

A familiar cologne lingering on her porch even though no one had been near.

A corner of a coat slipping out of sight down the alley when she turned too fast.

A note inside her bag that simply said: Stay away from him.

She didn't need to ask who "him" meant.

And honestly, she was starting to listen.

Liam had changed. She could feel it in the way he watched her now—not with affection but with obsession. Possession.

One afternoon, he offered her a ride after class.

"No, thanks," she said quickly, trying to smile. "I feel like walking."

He stepped closer, eyes narrowing. "You're not the only one going through stuff, you know. You don't have to push me away."

"You are," he cut her off. "I was there when he wasn't. I still am."

She stared at him, chest tightening. "That doesn't mean you get to decide anything for me."

Liam blinked, jaw clenching, like he wasn't used to hearing her talk back.

"I just don't want to see you get hurt again," he said more softly this time.

But it didn't sound like concern. It sounded like a warning.

Back home, Elena collapsed onto the bed and let out a shaky breath. Her hand instinctively slid to her stomach.

She hadn't told anyone about the pregnancy, and she didn't plan to—not yet.

But sometimes, in the quiet, she imagined whispering it into Luca's ear.

Imagined him pulling her close, promising to protect her.

Promising he would never let anyone hurt her again.

In reality, she still didn't know where he was… or if he would ever come back.

That night, as the moon spilled silver across her bedroom floor, Elena woke with a start.

Her curtains fluttered slightly, even though the window was shut.

And in the silence, something moved.

She sat up slowly, eyes scanning the dark.

But on her windowsill, folded like a promise, was another note.

Her heart skipped. Her breath caught.

She didn't sleep again that night.

Traces in the Dark