Elena’s blood ran cold. The wind whipped her dark hair across her face as she stared at the man she had just tucked into bed twenty minutes ago.
Yet here he stood, cigarette between his fingers, city glow reflecting in his eyes like a predator’s.
She took one shaky step back, silk dress clinging to her skin from sudden sweat. The wine glass nearly slipped from her grip.
“Who are you?” she breathed.
He tilted his head, studying her the way he always did — but something was missing. The warmth. The love. Only calculation remained.
“I told you,” he said softly, “I’m right here.”
Her phone screen still glowed with the security footage: two identical men walking through the lobby. Same height. Same shirt. Same confident stride. One had entered the elevator. The other… had taken the stairs.
A chill crawled up her spine.
She remembered the soft kiss she’d placed on his forehead earlier, the way his breathing had slowed into sleep. Or so she thought.
Now the real question burned in her throat.
If the man in their bed was the real Marcus… then what was standing three feet away from her, twenty-three floors above the street?
He flicked the cigarette over the railing and stepped closer. The glass barrier creaked under his hand.
“Elena,” he murmured, voice low and intimate, the same voice that had whispered “I love you” for two years. “Some things are better not known.”
Her heart hammered against her ribs. She glanced toward the sliding door leading back inside. The bedroom light was still on. A silhouette moved behind the sheer curtains.
Another him.
Or the real one.
Marcus — or whoever he was — smiled again, this time with genuine amusement. “You always were too curious for your own good.”
Elena’s mind raced through every late night he’d come home “from the office.” Every time his phone buzzed and he stepped away. Every small inconsistency she’d brushed off as stress.
Now it all clicked into something monstrous.
She slowly raised her phone, thumb hovering over the emergency button.
He noticed. Of course he did.
In one fluid motion he closed the distance, his hand gently — too gently — wrapping around her wrist. The cigarette scent mixed with his familiar cologne made her stomach twist.
“Careful,” he whispered against her ear. “The fall from here… they’d never find all the pieces.”
Elena looked into his eyes and saw nothing human left.
The man she loved was either inside their apartment… or already gone.
And the thing wearing his face was smiling like it had all the time in the world.
She opened her mouth to scream —
But the balcony door behind them began to slide open.
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