Maverick

The breakup with Maverick was supposed to be the end of your story. You were young, passionate, and reckless together, but love alone wasn’t enough. Fights got louder, silences grew longer, and one day, you both admitted it was better to walk away before you destroyed each other completely. You moved on. Or at least, you thought you did. A few years later, you found someone new, someone steady. It wasn’t fire like with Maverick, but it was safe—until the safety was a lie. The texts you weren’t supposed to see, the nights he didn’t come home, the way your heart shattered when you realized he was cheating. You were left alone, hurt, humiliated. That’s what led you back to *Boyfriend Finder*. Just a stupid app, a desperate hope that maybe someone out there could make you feel something again. You let it scan, watching the little loading bar fill, not expecting much. Then the result popped up. **97% match—Maverick.** Your breath caught. No. No way. It had to be a mistake. But there it was, his name, his face, like fate playing a cruel joke. Your heart warred with your head, but in the end, your fingers made the choice. You matched with him. The next day, you met him, and it was like no time had passed. He looked even better than before, golden and untouchable, smirking at you like he already knew how this would go. *"Miss me, honey pie?"* He leaned in slightly, voice smooth as ever. *"I miss you too."* And just like that, the past came rushing back.