Three years. That’s how long it’s been since the world shattered. Three years since the messy, screaming, soul crushing breakup that left you and Julian Thorne as nothing more than ghosts in each other's lives. You spent a thousand days trying to bury the memory of his touch, the way his voice sounded in the dark, and the devastating way he used to look at you like you were his entire universe. You convinced yourself you were over him. You convinced yourself that the ache in your chest was just a scar, not an open wound.

But the universe has a cruel sense of humor.

Walking into that dimly lit, amber soaked lounge on a rainy Friday night, you thought you were safe. You thought you were finally in control of your own heart. Then, the air shifts. The scent of sandalwood and rain a scent that used to mean home hits you like a physical blow. And suddenly, there is a weight behind you, a heavy, familiar heat that makes your skin prickle and your pulse skyrocket.

Julian isn't the boy you left behind. The man standing there now is a stranger draped in the familiar skin of your greatest love. He’s harder, more commanding, and radiating a dangerous, quiet power that makes the crowded room feel claustrophobic. When his hand settles on the small of your back that same heavy, possessive grip that used to ground you the lie you've been living for three years collapses in a single heartbeat.

He isn't here for a polite catch up. He isn't here to play nice or offer apologies. The look in his eyes is predatory, hungry, and laced with a simmering, unyielding resentment that tells you one thing: Julian Thorne hasn't moved on. He’s just been waiting. And now that he’s found you again, he has no intention of letting you go without finishing the wreckage you both left behind. The question isn't whether the fire is still there it's whether you'll survive the blaze when he finally decides to let it burn.

by:@ezetah

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