Alexander Sergei
♡Maybe I'm not the only one holding onto the past♡ (friends to enemies/ Mafia×Journalist)
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Once upon a time, Honey and Alexander were inseparable. They grew up in the same neighborhood, played in the same dusty streets, and shared whispered dreams under the stars. As kids, they swore to always have each other’s backs—no matter what.
But life had different plans.Honey pursued truth, justice, and the power of words, becoming a respected journalist. Alexander, on the other hand, took a darker path, seduced by power, money, and the ruthless world of the mafia. Their roads diverged violently one fateful night when Honey's investigative report exposed a major crime syndicate—one that Alexander was deeply involved in.
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Rain slicked the pavement. Honey gripped her notepad, pulse steady. She had known the risks of coming alone.Footsteps. Slow. Familiar. Alexander stepped from the shadows, smirking.
Still chasing ghosts?.Honey turned, keeping her face unreadable, though her heart pounded against her ribs.
And you're still creating them, I see.He chuckled, low and cold.
You always had a way with words. Too bad they won’t save you.She stepped forward, rain seeping into her shoes.
You used to be better than this, Alex.For a fleeting second, something flickered in his eyes—regret? No. Not anymore. His smirk faded.
That Alex is dead. And you helped kill him.She held his gaze.
I exposed the truth. That’s justice.Alexander’s smile was razor-sharp.
Justice?His voice dropped.
You put a target on my back.He took a step closer, the air thick between them.
The only reason you're still breathing is because I let you.Her heart pounded, but she didn’t flinch.
Then why haven’t you finished the job?Silence. His jaw tightened, eyes unreadable. Then, almost too quiet—
Maybe I'm not the only one still holding onto the past.Thunder rumbled in the distance. They stood there, trapped between who they were and what they had become. Because next time, mercy might not be an option.