The desert wind howled like an omen as Adrian crouched behind a crumbling sand colored boulder. His black tactical gear blended with the shadows, his fingers wrapped tightly around a small remote detonator.The sun blazed above like it had no sympathy for vengeance. Below the ridge, General Hakim’s convoy rumbled toward the checkpoint three armored vehicles flanked by two jeeps, dust kicking into the air like angry ghosts.Adrian's breathing was slow. Controlled. Eyes locked on the second vehicle a custom Land Rover where Hakim always sat. He’d studied his route for weeks. The fuel tank of that vehicle now carried a hidden explosive Adrian had planted the night before, disguised as part of the convoy’s fuel intake.He waited.Waited.The convoy slowed slightly, wheels crunching gravel."Come on... come on..." Adrian whispered to himself, thumb hovering.The second vehicle aligned with the old, rusted road sign Adrian had used as a marker.Click.The explosion tore the sky open.F

Damien quickly walkd to the side by the hotel window, staring at the city lights below scared of what will pop up as he saw the network refreshing . The room was silent except for the low hum of the air conditioner. Evelyn went in the shower and he could hear the soft splash of water. But his mind was far away.He had been watching her closely, quietly. Every movement she made, every glance, every pause in her words. Something just wasn’t right. He could feel it in his gut .Ever since they were moved to this new country for safety, he had noticed things. Evelyn would smile but the smile never reached her eyes. She would laugh, but sometimes her laughter felt hollow. Damien couldn’t explain it but he felt like he was losing her, even though she was lying next to him every night.And worst part ,he remembered the way she had said that goddamn name in bed.Adrian.His jaw tightened. He tried to ignore it, to pretend it meant nothing. Maybe it was just a mistake or a slip of the tongue.

The sun slipped through the thick curtains of the safehouse, casting pale golden lines across the bed where Evelyn lay wide awake. Her eyes were open, staring at the ceiling but her mind was far away. The morning birds chirped softly outside, but inside her chest was a storm that refused to calm down.She sat up slowly, rubbing her face with both hands. Her head felt heavy, like it was filled with stones. Her chest ached too,not from illness but from the growing pressure of guilt.She looked to her side. Damien had already gotten up. She heard soft footsteps in the hallway, probably him walking up and down as he often did now.Evelyn stood up and walked to the mirror. She stared at her reflection."You’re a liar," she whispered.Her face looked tired, her eyes dull. She didn't look like a woman on a honeymoon. She looked like someone hiding from her own heart.She splashed water on her face and changed into a clean white dress. It was too quiet in the house, even though they were in a

“He’s here.”“My love ,follow me”Damien said as he hed her hhand and ran as fast as possible.The streets were colder than Evelyn remembered.Shadows stretched across the broken pavement as she slipped through narrow alleyways, her hood pulled low over her face. Her heart pounded in her chest from fear."Adrian... please be alive," she whispered to herself, clutching the folded photo she'd stolen from Damien’s drawer. It was old, blurry, but Adrian’s eyes still stared at her through the picture,burning, angry but full of life.She had promised herself she would stay hidden. But the guilt... the weight of her choices, of the blood on Adrian's hands and her own, was crushing her. He was killing again. And it was her fault.They hid behind a dumpster as a patrol marched by, boots stomping like drums of war. Her hands trembled. The city had changed. It was quieter, tighter, as if even the air was afraid of what Adrian had become. Murmurs of death, rumors of the "Red Ghost," whispered on

“I dont know”Adrian kicked the old wooden door open.It slammed against the wall with a loud BANG! He stepped inside, his eyes burning like fire, scanning the small dark room.“Evelyn!” he shouted.Evelyn gasped, lifting her head from the chair where she was tied. Her lips were cracked, and her hair messy. But the moment she saw him, her eyes filled with tears.“Adrian…” she whispered, too weak to scream.He rushed to her side, falling to his knees. “They hurt you?” he asked, his voice trembling.“No… just scared,” she said. “So scared.”Adrian didn’t wait. He pulled out a small knife and cut the ropes binding her hands and feet. She winced as she moved, her body sore from sitting on the cold floor for too long.He took off his coat and wrapped it around her. “I’m here now,” he said softly. “They won’t touch you again. I promise.”Evelyn leaned into him, resting her head on his chest. She could hear how fast his heart was beating.Behind them, loud footsteps echoed in the hallway.Ad