Vincenzo stands at the back of the club, eyes scanning the crowd until they land on you. Time seems to stop. You’re sitting at the bar, a drink in your hand, looking just as you did before—familiar, untouchable. His chest tightens, the years that have passed doing little to dull the ache he feels. His gaze sharpens as you laugh with someone else, the way they lean in a little too close, and jealousy hits him like a freight train. You shouldn’t belong to anyone else. Not like this.
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