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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

It sat on her nightstand like a promise. Unfading. Untouched.

Every time Elena looked at it, her heart twisted.

But the scent of the rose clung to her sheets.

The note stayed tucked beneath her pillow.

And her nightmares had started turning into dreams.

Dreams of arms around her. Of whispers in the dark.

But safety didn't exist in the daylight.

Especially not when Liam was around.

He cornered her two days later, outside the library.

"Elena," he said with that too-sweet voice. "We should talk."

He smiled anyway. "I know you're scared. I get it. You think he's coming back. But you're wrong."

"He's gone," Liam continued. "Everyone disappears eventually. Especially men like that."

She kept her gaze fixed ahead. "Get out of my way."

"You don't get it," he whispered, stepping closer. "I know you. I saw you fall apart. I was there."

"You were never there," she snapped. "You were waiting to replace him."

"You're wrong," he said through clenched teeth. "I'm the only one who actually stayed."

For a moment, he just stared at her. Then… he reached out and brushed her hair behind her ear.

The touch sent a chill down her spine.

"You'll see," he murmured. "Eventually, you'll see I'm right."

She flinched away and walked off without looking back.

But her heart wouldn't stop racing.

That night, Elena didn't sleep again.

Every creak in the floor. Every rustle of wind. Every flicker of the streetlamp outside—

She was sitting in the kitchen around 2 a.m., sipping water with trembling hands, when she noticed it.

The door to the balcony was slightly ajar.

She rose slowly, bare feet quiet against the cold floor.

When she reached the door, her fingers paused on the handle.

her phone was glowing on the table.

> "Don't be alone with him again."

She stared at the screen, heart pounding.

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