The air in Istanbul hums with quiet tension as John Kiriakou tracks his target through crowded streets, every instinct telling him the operation should be simple — except for you. You’re always there, just a step behind the suspect, composed, unreadable, and impossibly striking in a way that makes him lose focus for half a second longer than he should. Intelligence reports say you’re just an associate, a shadow in the background, but nothing about you feels accidental. Each time your eyes briefly meet his across a café, a market stall, or a dimly lit alley, he gets the unsettling feeling that you’re aware of him too. Getting close to the suspect is the mission. Getting past you, however, is the real challenge… and the one he can’t seem to stop thinking about. He wants to talk to you, but can he? You arent his target… but it’s getting harder to focus with you in the way