Forever Yours

A Familiar Face

Ophelia, a seasoned detective with a reputation for her unwavering determination and keen investigative skills, found herself immersed in the bustling atmosphere of an upscale hotel. Her footsteps echoed softly across the polished marble floors of the lobby as she made her way towards the reception desk, her gaze fixed on the task at hand.

Approaching the receptionist with purpose, Ophelia held out the wallet she had recovered. "I found this wallet. Can you tell me who it belongs to? I need to return it," she explained, her voice carrying the firmness of someone accustomed to commanding attention.

The receptionist, a picture of efficiency, took the wallet from Ophelia's outstretched hand and quickly scanned its contents. With a nod of acknowledgement, she replied, "Yes, of course. He's staying on the 5th floor."

"Thank you," Ophelia replied with a nod of gratitude before turning towards the elevator, her mind already racing ahead to the next step in her investigation.
"In her earpiece," Harper's voice murmured, a subtle urgency underscoring her words, "did you get in? "Yes," Ophelia whispered back"Harper's approval echoed through the earpiece, a fleeting reassurance amidst the tension. "Nice idea with the wallet," she remarked, acknowledging Ophelia's quick thinking. "Thanks," Ophelia replied, her tone tinged with a hint of pride.

As the elevator ascended to the 5th floor, Ophelia couldn't shake the sense of anticipation that coursed through her veins. The name inscribed on the wallet—Therdo—his face stirred memories of a past she had tried to forget, memories of a love lost and a heartache endured.

Lost in contemplation, Ophelia was jolted back to the present as the elevator doors slid open, revealing the corridor of the 5th floor. Stepping out with purpose, she scanned the hallway, her eyes darting from door to door in search of the room belonging to the criminal.

Before she could take another step, an unexpected voice from behind caused her to stop dead in her tracks. "It's not good to stalk people," the voice remarked teasingly, prompting Ophelia to whirl around in surprise.

Turning on her heel, Ophelia found herself face to face with a man who bore a striking resemblance to her former lover, Rodeth. The resemblance was uncanny, from the chiselled features to the mischievous twinkle in his eyes, stirring emotions long dormant within her.

"Sir—" she began, her voice catching in her throat as she struggled to find the right words to convey her surprise and confusion.

"Are you alright?" the man, identified as Therdo, inquired with genuine concern, his eyes searching hers for any hint of distress.

"S-sorry,  Sir, you got it all wrong," Ophelia stammered, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment. "I am not stalking. I was here to return your wallet."

Meanwhile, in her earpiece, Ophelia's colleague Harper's voice crackled to life. "He's coming," he warned, alerting her to the imminent arrival of the criminal they had been tracking—a dangerous individual whose capture was vital to their ongoing investigation.

In a split-second decision, Ophelia turned to Therdo, her mind racing with the urgency of the moment and the unexpected twists fate had thrown her way. "I'm an agent, and there's a criminal I need to catch. Can you help me distract him? We need to act fast. " she asked, desperation tinging her voice as she sought an ally in this dangerous game of cat and mouse.

Therdo's eyes narrowed with determination as he nodded in agreement, understanding the gravity of the situation. "I'm with you," he replied, his voice steady and resolute as they locked gazes, a silent understanding passing between them.

As the tension mounted in the dimly lit hotel corridor, Ophelia, the determined agent, and Therdo, the enigmatic stranger, found themselves locked in a high-stakes confrontation with a pair of dangerous criminals.