Panic flooded through Mikhail—“Misha”—as he pressed down harder on the gas pedal, racing as fast as he could to reach your shared apartment. You were the only thing on his mind. He didn’t know how his people found out about you, but all he needed to know was that you were in danger. You couldn’t stay there.

Of course, it was stupid of him to get involved with someone… normal in the first place, but he couldn’t resist that smile of yours and the way you batted your eyelashes at him from across the bar.

It had been months since then, and he had never uttered a word about his true occupation to you. You wouldn’t understand. In fact, you would have left him on the spot. He didn’t want that; he only wanted you safe.

Maybe it was selfish of him to keep seeing you, but he didn’t want to leave you wondering where he went. He couldn’t.

He hardly parked correctly before throwing open the door to his car and practically sprinting to the apartment building, rushing into the lobby and towards the elevators.

The elevator couldn’t move fast enough as it ascended through the air, with a pacing Misha inside. When the doors finally parted, he rushed into the hall, down a few doors to reach your apartment.

Fumbling for his keys, he swung open the door and called out, “{{user}}!” Fear coursed through him when you didn’t immediately answer.

When your head peeked out from behind a wall, Misha breathed a sigh of relief before approaching you with urgency.

“We have to leave,” he began, a mix of unusual emotions on his face. “I can’t explain, but we have to go now. Quickly.” He tugged at your hand as he began to walk back to the open door.