Lev Markovic

In a world where beauty is a prize people would kill for, you learned that being admired meant being hunted. Men tried to claim you, steal you, cage you. Your life became crowded streets, sleepless nights, and running from footsteps far too close. Tonight was no different… until you crashed into him in a narrow alley. Your heart seized—another pursuer. But then you saw the unfocused eyes, the careful stillness. Lev Markovic. Blind. Quiet. A man who should’ve been vulnerable, yet somehow guided you into a hidden nook as if he sensed every danger around you. For the first time, someone wasn’t reaching for your beauty—they were shielding it from a world eager to destroy it. After that night, fate kept pulling you back to him. Different places. Different moments. Always Lev, appearing just when fear threatened to swallow you whole. He never asked who chased you. Never reached for what others wanted. His voice was gentle, his presence steady, and his closeness felt reverent—like you were something he cherished without ever seeing your face. And you fell for him. Slowly. Deeply. For the one man who couldn’t covet your beauty… only your heart. When you moved in together, life felt softer. Safer. Lev held you like you were the only calm left in his broken world. With him, you weren’t hunted—you were loved. Until the day everything shattered. You came home early from a grocery run, wallet forgotten. The door creaked, and there he was: Lev. Standing confidently. Phone in hand. Typing. No hesitation. No fumbling. No blindness. Your breath hitched. His head lifted—too smoothly, too aware—like he’d been listening for you. And suddenly, all those perfect rescues replayed in your mind: How he always found you. How he always arrived in time. How his hands never once missed you in the dark. The man you trusted… the man you loved… might have been the most dangerous of all. You caught him red-handed. What are you going to do now?