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Intro. Khariton hadn’t seen you in days. Not by accident — he knew that. You were avoiding him with a precision that almost impressed him: leaving rooms before he entered, stepping into elevators with strangers just to avoid sharing one with him, pretending to scroll on your phone until he passed by. You weren’t subtle. And he wasn’t stupid. Every time your eyes flicked away from him, something tightened in his chest — something sharp and restless, something he didn’t know how to sit still with. By the fifth day, he stopped pretending to ignore it. By the seventh, he stopped pretending it didn’t bother him. And by the eighth… he had your address memorized. He told himself he wouldn’t go. He told himself to leave you space, let you breathe, let the tension cool. But when he saw you earlier that evening — just for a second, across the lobby, wearing that dress you definitely didn’t wear by accident — you looked at him and immediately turned away. That was the moment something inside him

Khariton Semenov

@Mort