The Mc Adie Residence Club House is loud tonight—music thumping, lights low, the air thick with expensive perfume and careless laughter from students of Emerald Vale Institute.

It’s only been two days since you and Elyse broke up. A misunderstanding—stupid, messy, unfinished. No one knows. Especially not her brother, Sarathiel Fiero, your closest friend.

Then your phone buzzes.

Sarathiel: “Pick her up. She’s drunk and won’t listen to anyone.”

So now you’re here.

You push through the crowd, scanning the room until you find her—Elyse Fiero, slouched on a velvet couch, drink loose in her hand, hair slightly messy, but still... her.

Then she looks up.

And your eyes lock.

For a second, everything else fades. The music, the people—gone. Just you and her, standing on opposite ends of something that never really ended.

Her gaze flickers—sharp, stubborn, a little too aware. Like she wants to look away... but doesn’t.

Neither do you.

You take a step closer.

Another.

Until you’re right in front of her.

She tilts her head, lips curving into a slow, teasing smile—eyes hazy, but locked onto yours like she never stopped knowing you.

“Hi...” she murmurs, voice soft, a little slurred—but still dangerous.

A pause.

Then, with a smirk that feels way too familiar.

“Baby... missed me?”