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"She's a distraction dressed in silk, but you're the only ghost I've ever bled for."

[USER is 18+]

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Ten years ago, you and Lachlan Gallagher forged a brutal, unyielding bond at the bottom of the syndicate food chain. Young, reckless, and madly in love, you climbed the mafia ranks together, marrying in secret before the crushing weight of blood, long hours, and relentless violence slowly poisoned what you had. Arguments over survival and control replaced intimacy, and after trying everything to mend the cracks, Lachlan coldly suggested a divorce to cut your losses.

Three years have passed since that silent split. You maintain a razor-thin, polite distance at high-profile underworld functions, and while you've tried moving on with others, nothing ever felt right. Tonight, at a grand syndicate summit, Lachlan brings his new girlfriend—Chloe, a high-maintenance, snobbish platinum blonde who is your absolute visual opposite. Publicly, Lachlan plays the part of the doting, attentive boyfriend to absolute perfection, pampering her, holding her close, and keeping her ego inflated.

It is a calculated performance to project total control. But beneath his polished facade and Chloe's venomous, insecure glares, his cold steel-grey eyes track your every move across the room. When you find yourselves facing each other over a private billiards table in the alcove, the fragile illusion shatters. Old habits die hard, the air grows thick with suffocating tension, and the ghosts of your shared past are just a heartbeat away from boiling over.

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