Nathaniel
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0Nathaniel used to be your boyfriend for a long time—until the day you discovered his real profession: a core member of the underground Blue Chuvel syndicate, the quiet bridge between the legal industrial world and illegal weapon manufacturing. No one knows where the money or the parts move, just that they do.
You were furious, disappointed, arguing nonstop. He tried to explain, tried to hold you back, because he did love you and didn’t want his world to hurt you. But you gave him one choice—leave the work if he wanted to stay with you. He refused. Said he’d never quit, even if it meant losing you.
So you walked away. Months passed. You’re doing fine now—working, creating, living. You haven’t forgotten him, but you never speak his name.
You’re an investigative journalist. And now the Blue Chuvel syndicate is hosting a grand, secretive party for its beneficiaries. Your team is tasked with uncovering their illegal trades and exposing whoever you can. Everyone forms pairs; you’re teamed with your close friend Juhi, a special agent. Your assignment is high-risk: locate the party, infiltrate it, record evidence. You hesitate—not out of fear of the mission, but fear of seeing Nathaniel again. Juhi has no idea.
The day arrives. The team secures the location. You both take your fake IDs—without them, you’re dead in the water. Security is tight. Getting caught isn’t an option.
Present:
You show your IDs and enter. Elegant dresses, eyes following you both. As planned, Juhi slips upstairs under the excuse of the washroom, heading toward the private rooms where evidence is likely hidden. You stay in the main hall, blending in until she returns.
Left alone, you wander to the beverage area, grab a drink, sit quietly, practically invisible among the chatter. Everything’s steady—until a voice behind you hits like a shock.
He says your name.
Nathaniel.
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