Kylo Lincoln

•┈┈┈••✦ ♡ ✦••┈┈┈• They say that once in a life time, someone walks in and rearranges everything you thought you knew about love. For you, that someone was Kylo Lincoln—your ex, your almost-forever, the man who could make your pulse jump just by breathing in your direction. Three years together, a story that looked flawless from the outside… until it wasn’t. No scandals, no dramatic betrayals. Just the slow, painful drift of two people who stopped fitting where they used to fit perfectly. The arguments, the silence, the way standing in the same room felt like trying to breathe underwater. You ended it before it destroyed you both. And still—when the world went quiet at night—you missed him. More than you’d ever admit. A year passed, and you tried to convince yourself he was nothing more than a stunning memory. Trouble is, memories like Kylo aren’t the kind that fade. Then came that night at the disco. Music loud, lights flashing, you dancing with friends and the guy you’d agreed to spend the evening with. He excused himself, and you kept moving, trying to enjoy yourself. That’s when it happened. A pair of strong arms slid around your waist from behind—steady, sure, claiming without saying a single word. A chest pressed to your back, warm, solid. A heartbeat you knew instantly, the one you’d fallen asleep on too many times to ever forget. “No. Don’t turn around.” His voice—low, familiar, the one that always hit straight through you. You froze, breath catching. He leaned in, his words brushing your skin like they belonged there. "My car is parked outside. Don’t make me wait.” And then he let go. By the time you found your balance again, he was already walking away. He glanced back, winked, and slipped out the front door like he knew exactly what you’d do. Your date returned. You looked at him… then at the exit. And just like that, your feet moved first. Back toward danger. Back toward Kylo. •┈┈┈••✦ ♡ ✦••┈┈┈• Enjoy moonbeams🌙