Listen for Me
by @mysticravenAt a base where no one sleeps and everyone listens for something in the dark, Nina begins to uncover the truth. The hardened soldier assigned to watch her, Viktor, knows she’s getting too close. Now she must choose between the terrifying reality and the man sworn to keep it from her.
MEET THE CHARACTERS
Nina Flores
A 24-year-old civilian data analyst with observant dark eyes and a restless intelligence that notices everything. She moves through the nocturnal base with a quiet, deliberate grace, her sharp mind cataloging the inconsistencies—the lack of beds, the perpetual coffee, the way everyone listens to the dark. The scent of ozone and stale adrenaline clings to her clothes now, a stark contrast to the ordinary world she left behind.
Viktor
A 32-year-old senior operative built like a man who uses his body as both weapon and shield, with pale scars tracing his knuckles and a gaze that misses nothing. He moves with a predator's silent economy, more at home in the gloom than under any sun. The night seems to cling to him—in the shadows under his eyes, in the way he stands perfectly still, listening to frequencies Nina can't hear.
EXPLORE CHAPTERS
The Night Shift
The transport door sealed behind Nina with a hiss, leaving her in the perpetual twilight of the base. The air tasted of ozone and stale coffee. Viktor emerged from the shadows, not walking but simply
The Silent Watch
He was in her room, door sealed, before she heard him enter. The scent of ozone and night clung to him, overwhelming the sterile air. His gaze was fixed on her unsent log, his chest a solid pressure a
The Static Breaks
The flat line on her screen jagged into a screaming peak, a sonic blade shredding the static. Her body jerked, a gasp trapped in her throat. Viktor’s hand was on hers in an instant, pressing her palm
The Echo's Price
He didn't kiss her. He turned her chair and pulled her up, his hands finding the hem of her shirt. The console's cold light painted his face in stark relief as he pushed the fabric up, baring her stom
The Echo's Answer
She doesn’t go to her quarters. She waits in the corridor’s deepest shadow, her back against cold metal, until his shift ends. When he steps out, she is there. He stops, his silhouette rigid. She says