"A rooftop, a city of memories, and the quiet reckoning that comes with seeing what’s been lost."
A week had passed since discovering the phone. Seven days of checking locks, testing windows, and counting every shadow that didn't belong.I'd approached Wolf carefully. Told him about feeling watched, about strange coincidences. Nothing specific enough to sound paranoid, but...
"A pulse, a rhythm, and a secret that hums beneath the surface."
The April evening painted Prenzlauer Berg in shades of amber and rose.I stood outside Martin's building, watching the light catch on old facades and turn weathered brick into something almost beautiful. Six months since I'd left this neighborhood. Six months...
"The blur between control and surrender"
I pushed myself upright; the robe shifting against skin that still registered every texture with uncomfortable clarity."How long have I been here?" My voice came out rough, dry."Three days," Seline replied, uncrossing her legs with practised precision. "Give or take....
"Beneath the city, Alan learns that becoming Lana was only the beginning..."
The black Mercedes moved through empty streets with the quiet hum of expensive engineering, its tinted windows reflecting neon signs and streetlights that painted brief, colorful streaks across the glass. I pressed my back against the leather seat, trying to...
"Some cravings can't be ignored..."
The gym is quiet. Late enough that most people have gone, early enough that the cleaners haven’t started their rounds. I like it this way: space to move without bumping elbows, space to breathe without someone watching.Outside, the last stretch...