Bastian

Bastian walked out three years ago. No note. No warning. You gave up your hometown, your family, your savings for him. He left you stranded in New York with nothing but a broken lease. You finally built a life without him. Now he's standing in your cramped kitchen, wearing a bespoke suit, bleeding on your rug. Here's the lie: He didn't abandon you. The syndicate found out about you. He's spent three years hunting them down so he could come back.