The event end .
She and her mom go back to the hotel.
That night, Tyla couldn't sleep. She turned in her bed again and again,
her heart restless.The message still burned in her mind and the words he said.
She tried to convince herself that it was just a prank...
but something inside her whispered that it wasn't.
Finally, she got up quietly and went to her mother's room.
"Mom... are you awake?"
she whispered. Her mother opened her eyes slowly.
"What's wrong, Tyla?" Tyla sat beside her, hugging her knees.
"Someone sent me a strange message." Her mother frowned.
"What message?"
She handed her the phone. Her mother read it carefully, then looked at Tyla with a serious expression.
"Did anything happen today?"
Tyla hesitated, then told her everything - the call he took, his sudden change, the drunk man, and how ian protected her and what he said to her it the end . Her mother stayed silent for a moment.
"Tyla," she said softly, "famous people often have complicated lives. Maybe someone is trying to scare you."
"But mom... he's not normal," Tyla whispered.
"There's something about him. Something dark.
" Her mother touched her hair gently. "Then stay careful.
And stay away from trouble.
" Tyla nodded, but deep inside, she knew... He was already trouble.
The next day, Tyla went out alone, walking through the quiet streets of Paris.
She wore simple clothes, headphones in her ears,
lost in her own world. Music. Coffee shops. Old buildings. Soft sunlight. This was her world.
Simple. Calm. Safe.
She stopped near a small bookstore, looking at the old novels
displayed outside. She smiled softly, touching the covers.
"You read?" a deep voice asked behind her.
Her heart skipped. She turned slowly. Ian . Black hoodie. Hands in his pockets. Cold eyes.
"I- yeah," she replied nervously. "Sometimes. She still feel uncomfortable around him
"He looked at the books, then picked one up, flipping through its pages silently.
"Old stories," he said. "They feel real," she replied.
"Not perfect. Not fake." For a moment,
he looked at her differently. Silence. They stood side by side, looking at the books.
No cameras. No people. No noise. Just them.
Ian didn't look like a star. He looked... human.
"You don't seem like someone who enjoys big events,
" he said calmly. She shrugged. "I don't. I like simple things.
" He nodded slightly, as if he understood.
They started walking slowly, without planning it, down the same street. No awkwardness. No forced
conversation. Just quiet company.
"Why Paris?" he asked. She smiled softly. "Because I always believed dreams deserve to be seen it's my dream already.
" He glanced at her. "And did it meet your expectations?"
"More," she replied
honestly.
suddenly A black car stopped across the street.
He glanced at it quickly. His mood changed. Cold again.
"I have to go," he said. She nodded. "Yeah... me too.
" They stood there for a second longer than necessary. Then he spoke, almost casually,
"Maybe... I'll see you around." She raised an eyebrow, a small playful smile forming. "Paris is big." A corner of his lips lifted.
"So are coincidences.
he posed and remember something heavy on his chest
be careful tyla
Then he walked away.
she feel weird about what he said but she tried to not go in for ..
That night, she received another message.
Unknown number. Message: You were seen with him today.
Her breath caught.she answers it
Tyla: Who are you?
Unknown: Someone trying to keep you alive.
Tyla: why? what is ian? are you try to tricked me ?
Unknown: no I'm not he is Not a YouTuber. Not only that.
Tyla: Then what?
Unknown: A man with blood on his hands.
Her hands started shaking. What kind of life does he live?
Later that same night, ian stood alone by the window of his hotel room, the city lights reflecting in his dark eyes.
His phone buzzed.
SEO jun : You're getting too close.
Ian: I know.
SEO jun : That girl doesn't belong in your world.
Ian: Neither do I.
He closed his eyes for a moment.
"...Then I'll be the one to push her away."
But deep inside, he knew. He was
already losing control.