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2025-02-28 15:41:58
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His Son, Her Secret C : Flashback : Stealing Pens and Hearts
The afternoon sun hung low in the sky, turning the horizon a golden orange. The autumn breeze blew dry leaves along the campus road, creating small swirling eddies before they fell back to the ground.I sat on a wooden bench near the library's back garden, my knees bent over the seat while a notebook was open on my lap. Blue ink danced on the pages, traces of scribbles that should have been lecture notes but instead were filled with small drawings and random sentences about everything that was on my mind.I bit the back of the pen, furrowing my brows as I tried to remember something that niggled at the back of my mind. Something I should have remembered but kept evading every time I wanted to catch it.And then, a tall shadow fell over my notebook paper. A hand reached out from the side, snatching my pen out of my fingers."You daydream too much."I looked up quickly, and there he was.Pascha.His black hair was messy as usual, the plain white T-shirt he wore was slightly rumpled, and
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-02-28His Son, Her Secret CI : Flashback : The Coder and The Teaser
Thin smoke billows from the coffee cup beside my laptop, mingling with the scent of cinnamon and vanilla that fills the corner of the cafe. The chandelier on the ceiling gives off a golden yellow glow, adding to the warm ambience of the place. Acoustic music plays softly in the background, mixing with the occasional buzzing of the espresso machine.At the long table by the window, I sit with my back straight, my fingers moving quickly over the keyboard. My laptop screen is filled with lines of code and algorithm flowcharts. My round glasses sag slightly on my nose, but I don't bother to fix it. My focus is entirely on the task I need to complete tonight.All around me, the sounds of laughter and noisy chatter echoed from the three people sitting at the same table."Oh, come on! You can't deny that Professor Daryl is lovely for a man his age," Aurora's voice sounded the loudest, followed by Kyara's distinctive laughter."But he's married," Mikaela chimed in with a sceptical tone, stirr
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-02-28His Son, Her Secret CII : Flashback : Press Pause, Play Kiss
Sarah looked at me from head to toe, then smiled a little. A smile that wasn't exactly friendly."Belva Moguel," she said in an overly sweet tone, like too much sugar mixed into tea until it tasted bitter.I raised one eyebrow. "Sarah."Kiano was already stifling a laugh. He still remembers what happened between me and Sarah, especially the incident involving me, the group assignment, and my hand tearing off her expensive hair because of her unprofessionalism.Sarah crossed her arms over her chest, her head tilted slightly. "I heard you're still with Pascha Romanov."I just frowned. "Yes. And?"Sarah shrugged. "Rumor around campus is that he's still playing behind your back."Kiano coughed with laughter. "Wow. Creative people on this campus."Sarah smiled slightly, her eyes flashing strangely. "I just thought you might want to know. I mean, with his history... well, you know."I rolled my eyes. "I don't remember asking for daily reports on my love affairs."Sarah winked innocently, pr
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-02-28His Son, Her Secret CIII : Flashback : Sweat, Smirks, and Shenanigans
Pascha let out a long sigh, his head resting on the back of the sofa while I sat beside him contentedly.I applied the last layer of the green mud mask to his cheeks, making sure it was evenly distributed before pulling away slightly to admire my handiwork.His face was now completely covered by the thick green mask that I had just bought last week. From his forehead to his chin, no part is left unturned. Only his eyes are now looking at me suspiciously, and his lips are still open."I feel like a giant guacamole," He muttered, his voice full of agony.I giggled, grabbing a small towel to wipe the mask off my hands. "You're the one who won't let me go to the shower in peace."Pascha snorted. "I'd rather get on with what we were doing than sit here with sticky green mud on my face."I grinned, then patted his cheek, which was now covered by the mask. "You have to learn to accept the consequences, Romanov."He sighed heavily, then glanced at his reflection on the screen of the phone he'
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-02-28His Son, Her Secret CIV : Flashback : A Father's Call
Pascha let out a long sigh on my chest, his warm air brushing against my bare skin as he muttered something in Russian that I didn't understand. His body was warm from the shower, the scent of soap and water still clinging to his skin.We were both lying on his absurdly large bed. Seriously, this bed could probably hold his entire hockey team at once, with thin blankets covering our naked bodies.Pascha rested his head on my bare chest, his face turned to the side while his fingers played with the ends of my long hair, wrapping them around his fingers before letting go again."I should have scored one more goal earlier," he murmured suddenly, his voice hoarse with exhaustion.I stroked his nape lazily. "You already won.""That's not the point." He frowned, his eyes still staring blankly ahead. "I had a opportunity, but the opposing team's damn goalie closed the angle too quickly."I smiled a little, letting him continue rambling."I could have shot higher, but I chose a lower angle be
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-02-28His Son, Her Secret CV : Flashback : Morning Confessions
Morning arrived with sunlight peeking through the bedroom curtains, casting a warm golden glow across the wooden floor. The air inside the penthouse felt cooler than usual, perhaps because Pascha had left the window slightly open last night.Pascha was still asleep, one arm draped casually around my waist as if ensuring I couldn't go anywhere. His breathing was steady, his face peaceful, his dark hair slightly tousled against the pillow.I let out a quiet sigh, then carefully shifted my body, trying to slip out of bed without waking him.But before I could move away completely, Pascha’s arm suddenly tightened, pulling me back to his side.I gasped. “Pascha—”“Hm.” A low murmur rumbled from his throat. His eyes remained closed, but I knew he was awake.I tried to move again, but this time, he pulled me even closer, pressing his face against my neck.“Pascha, I have to go home,” He only mumbled something incoherent, his voice still thick with sleep. “No.”I sighed, resting my head agai
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-02-28His Son, Her Secret CVI : Flashback : Playing with Fire
The silence hung between us, but my mind kept racing.I watched Pascha, who was still quiet, his expression unreadable. But I knew he understood me. He always did.I took a deep breath, then exhaled slowly. “My father is going to use you.”Pascha didn’t react right away. He simply looked at me, then raised an eyebrow. “Of course.”I frowned. “Of course?”He leaned his head back against the pillow, completely at ease, as if this wasn’t a big deal. “Belva, I’m a Romanov. I’ve been surrounded by people trying to use me since the day I was born.”I clicked my tongue, unsatisfied with his answer. “This is serious, Pascha.”His gaze met mine, still too relaxed for the weight of this conversation. “I know.”I bit my lip, my thoughts spinning. “What if… we just break up?”For the first time since this conversation started, Pascha’s expression changed.He blinked, then sat up slightly, as if making sure he hadn’t misheard me. “What?”I shrugged, turning away. “If we break up, my father won’t b
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-02-28His Son, Her Secret CVII : Flashback : Splash
The evening breeze blew gently, carrying the scent of water and damp leaves, the distinct aroma of the lake. The sun was beginning to dip below the horizon, casting golden light over the calm water. The soft splashing of waves against the shore created a serenity too peaceful to be disturbed.I sat on a wooden chair on the deck, legs folded comfortably, with an open novel resting on my lap. My fingers traced the pages, my eyes following each printed word, but I remained alert.Because I knew what was coming next.Splash!A loud splash shattered the silence, followed by a familiar, satisfied grunt.I didn’t have to look up to know that Pascha had just jumped into the lake.I sighed softly, lazily flipping a page. It was already certain that this peace wouldn’t last long.The water rippled, the sound of splashing growing closer. I could hear his steady breathing, the soft dripping of water as he moved.Then, just as I expected—“What are you reading?”I had just opened my mouth to answe
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His Son, Her Secret CLXII : a thief in borrowed time [Pascha]
Night had fallen hours ago, but Max had no real understanding of the concept of "bedtime."“I think,” he said, rolling over to his left for the hundredth time in his bed facing the villa balcony, “if I fall asleep now, I’ll miss the golden hours to plan my next secret mission.”I sat at the edge of his bed. “What time do you think it is right now?”“Eight fifty-nine!” he said, then raised his index finger like he was teaching me something very serious. “And do you know what great spies do at times like this, Daddy?”“Sleep?”“No!” he said, clearly offended. “They practice foreign languages and memorize secret codes!”I sighed and rubbed my temples. “Max…”“Teach me Russian, Daddy. Right now. Hurry. Say, ‘I am a super robot from the planet Bumbleberia.’”I frowned. “Bumbleberia’s not a real place.”“Then teach me how to say it in Russian so it can be!”This kid…I looked at his little face, so expressive. His hair was still damp from his bath, his cheeks flushed from the warm night air
His Son, Her Secret CLXI: The Stage Was Never Yours Alone
My phone buzzed, screen lighting up with a name that had become familiar, and still somehow made my heartbeat skip half a note: Pascha Romanov.I tapped the screen to accept the video call while Clara and Jullian were still deep in debate over whether dinosaur-shaped pancakes were superior to star-shaped waffles.The call connected, and Max’s face instantly filled the screen, his grin wide, hair a little messy, and behind him, Trisha, still wearing her straw hat, waved while chewing on something.“Mommyyyy!” he shouted. “Why is everyone here speaking Russian?! I don’t understand anything! I feel like… like an alien on Mars!”I let out a soft laugh, about to reply when—“MAX!” Jullian called out.Max’s eyes lit up. “You’re there too?!”Jullian leaned closer, sharing the screen with me. “Hey, partner,” he greeted warmly. “Looks like you’ve been busy socializing with the high society crowd.”Max nodded enthusiastically. “I almost got to drive the golf cart by myself! But Grandpa said I d
His Son, Her Secret CLX: I Bet You’d Look Good in a Rom-Com
Clara showed up just minutes after I sent the message. With slow steps and eyes barely open, she walked toward us dragging a gray blanket behind her like it was an oversized royal cape. Her hair was a mess, and her expression, well, like the world had woken her up five centuries too early.“I smell empanadas,” she mumbled without preamble, plopping down onto the sand with zero regard for grace.Jullian stifled a laugh and held out a plate. “I admire your lifestyle.”“I don’t remember who you are,” Clara answered with a huge yawn, grabbing an arepa and taking a bite like a zombie discovering its first victim. “But you make excellent life choices.”I shook my head and scooped a bite of arroz con pollo into my mouth. “Clara, you can’t keep napping like this every afternoon.”“Relax. I dreamt I was watching Max,” she shot back. “Technically, I’m still on duty.”Jullian chuckled, then glanced over at me. “Speaking of Max…”I raised an eyebrow. “Yeah?”“I keep thinking about that dinner we
His Son, Her Secret CLIX : Sunburns, Sass, and Someone Like You
The midday sky hung cloudless, a clean blue canvas yet to be written on. On the warm, breezy shore of San Francisco, I sat on a white canvas folding chair, my bare feet touching sand that still held the chill of morning. Beside me, a cold water bottle beaded with condensation and a gently vibrating phone, my only interruption in an otherwise peaceful silence I was beginning to savor.I picked up the phone and glanced at the screen.A message from Pascha.The first photo popped up with a soft notification sound. Max was in Trisha’s arms. Her long blonde hair was braided into two neat plaits, a straw hat tilted playfully on her head. Max looked half-squished, but happy, his cheek nearly disappearing behind Trisha’s oversized sunglasses.Second photo. Max was perched on Igor’s shoulders. Max was laughing, mouth wide open, arms thrown up in the air. He lifted him higher as they walked among the tall, leafy trees of Carmel.I smiled, letting a quiet warmth spread through my chest. Not beca
His Son, Her Secret CLVIII : Silence Too Loud
The front door opened with its usual sound, a bit creaky, a little heavy, but it never bothered anyone, because the person who always came through it never felt the need to knock first.Pascha Romanov walked right into my house, like always. As if it wasn’t mine. As if boundaries were a concept that didn’t apply to his stupid head. And the truth was, I never really figured out how high a wall I needed to keep him out.He was a storm that had grown used to passing through without asking permission.Max launched out of his chair like a mini rocket, leaving the last piece of his pancake behind without a second thought.“Daddyyyyyy!” he shouted, his little feet pounding across the floor as he crashed into Pascha with a tackle of hugs and breathless chatter. “Mommy was soooo annoying today! I just said I didn’t wanna take a bath and she went off like the news on TV!”Pascha chuckled softly, lifting Max into his arms without effort, “Oh yeah?” Pascha shot me a quick glance, half a smile pla
His Son, Her Secret CLVII : Summer Smells Like Pancakes and Salt [Present]
Morning came without mercy.The sun climbed slowly behind the thin curtains I’d forgotten to close correctly the night before. I was still in bed, eyes open, staring at the ceiling that looked exactly the same as it did yesterday. The morning air drifted in through the cracked window, salty, laced with the scent of the sea.Usually, that smell calmed me. Today, it only made my chest feel heavier.I hadn’t slept. Or maybe I had—that didn’t feel real for a few minutes. My mind was still tangled in last night’s mess. My father’s cold stare, my mother’s too-sweet smile that barely passed for sincerity. Their words echoed like voices down a long, narrow hallway that led nowhere.I pushed the blanket aside and sat up, facing the tall glass window that stretched from floor to ceiling. From where I sat, I could see the shimmering silver line of San Francisco’s coast glowing in the early sun. The waves rolled in slowly, peacefully, unlike the noise in my head.“Mommyyyy!” His shout came from t
His Son, Her Secret CLVI : Chaotic Good & Crystal Chandeliers [Still Flashback]
That afternoon, the Moscow sun poured through the tall windows of the Romanov family room. Light danced across the marble floors and reflected softly off the polished table, making the whole space look like a living painting—elegant, expensive, and loud.I sat at the end of a long sofa, holding a warm cup of tea. Its scent blended with the lavender from a vase on the coffee table. My hair was still damp from a long shower after our trip back from Siberia, and my legs ached just a little. But I barely noticed—too absorbed by the scene playing out in front of me.“—You dragged us all the way to Siberia, and now I’m sneezing every five minutes!” Trisha flung a pillow at Igor, who barely flinched as he blocked it with his elbow.“You’re sneezing not because of Siberia, but because you refused to wear a jacket,” Igor replied flatly, though the corner of his mouth twitched in amusement.“I couldn’t wear that army green thing you call a jacket! It’s an insult to my entire aesthetic!” Trisha
His Son, Her Secret CLV : We Were Wild, We Were Gold [Still Flashback]
The sky stretched endlessly above us, scattered with stars like careless handfuls of diamonds. A crescent moon bathed the small wooden cabin in a soft, silvery light.We lay sprawled out on a thick rug spread across the front yard. It was plush, coarse to the touch but warm, woven in bold tribal patterns that burst with color. Igor, somehow still looking fresh despite a full day of extreme activity, sat with his back against a tall pine tree, methodically sharpening his knife.Trisha was flat on her back, limbs splayed like a starfish, her breathing deep and heavy. Pascha sat cross-legged behind me, his hands kneading into my shoulders with just enough pressure to make me wince and enjoy it at the same time.“Your poor tiny body,” Pascha teased, his fingers loosening the tight knots in my shoulders.I let out a long sigh and tilted my head, glancing back at him from the corner of my eye. “Not that tiny.”He chuckled, letting his fingers slide lower to the muscles beneath my shoulder b
His Son, Her Secret CLIV : Screaming, Laughing, Spinning Through the Rapids [Still Flashback]
The blazing Siberian summer sun still ruled the sky as we left the calm lakeshore behind. Igor led the way through the shady pine forest, occasionally lifting a hand to signal when the path grew steep or rocky.Thick underbrush surrounded us, the green leaves rustling softly as our boots crunched over dry twigs.Pascha walked right behind Igor, his shirt soaked through with sweat. Trisha muttered under her breath behind me, kicking at the occasional rock on the dusty trail. I raised my arms to fix my hair, which had mainly slipped from its high ponytail.“How much farther, Igor?” Trisha asked, her tone more of a groan than a question.Igor shrugged without looking back. “Almost there.”Trisha let out a heavy sigh and shook her head. “You’ve been saying that for the past half hour.”Pascha glanced over his shoulder with a smirk. “Don’t tell me you’re giving up already.”Trisha shot him a glare. “I’m just making sure we don’t get lost in the middle of the Siberian forest.”Igor chuckled
