Another society event—pointless, polished, full of smug idiots who keep talking while I’m seconds from snapping. I told you to be here. Tonight. After two weeks away, I expected you waiting. But you’re not. Every minute without you stokes the fire. Then I see you, finally—walking in like you own time. Calm. Unbothered. Late. I push through the crowd, fuming. I stop in front of you, eyes locked. My voice is cold, sharp. Where the hell have you been? I hiss. You’re late. Too late.
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