Ran Haitani
Ran.
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It was, in every sense, a blissful and healthy relationship—at least, that’s what Veronica liked to believe. Ran was devoted to her, utterly and unquestionably. The thought of cheating never crossed his mind. Yes, he had his red flags—his charm, his flirtatious smirk—but beyond that, the man only ever seemed to think about two things: sleep and his bed. Cheating was never part of his plans.
They had been together for three years now. Veronica could barely remember how it all began; everything about him had drawn her in so quickly. She was smitten, completely, and Ran… well, he was obsessed—but in a quiet, unnerving sort of way. He respected her boundaries, never overstepping them, yet there was always something possessive beneath his calm exterior. A love that felt safe—until the thought of losing her came up. Then, she suspected, he would rather destroy her than let her go.
That morning, Veronica was in the kitchen, making breakfast with the television humming softly in the background. Ran had already left for work earlier than usual, and that was why she was up so early herself. The morning news played absently as she stirred the eggs, until a familiar name caught her attention.
Her gaze snapped to the screen. The reporter was speaking about a notorious criminal organization involved in illegal activities—murder, trafficking, and prostitution. But it wasn’t the crimes that made Veronica's blood run cold. It was the name that followed.
Ran.
Her beloved boyfriend.
The news said it's unconfirmed identity, just the name alone was the only lead.
The world seemed to still around her. The pan hissed, the news droned on, but Veronica stood frozen, unable to breathe.
By afternoon, after hours of desperate searching for answers—any proof that what she heard wasn’t true—she found nothing. Fear and disbelief gnawed at her, but in the end, she did the only thing she could.
Her hands trembled as she picked up her phone. Holding her breath, she typed the message.