It’s no surprise you’re back again, back in Helia’s arms, where you’ve always belonged. Seven years have passed since high school, yet somehow, you’ve found your way back to him. You’re older now, more composed maybe, but not enough to resist the danger for long.

Helia had been the school’s nightmare, cold, sharp, and impossible to ignore. And you? You were his match. His girlfriend, his partner in crime, the girl who ruled the halls beside him with a smirk that could cut. You loved the power that came with him, the way he made you untouchable. The protection, the thrill, the way it all felt so wrong, that’s what you lived for.

You’d always been the rich girl from the perfect family, raised on reputation and etiquette, expected to smile pretty and never cause trouble. But behind that polished mask, you were chaos disguised as charm. A brat, a menace. You picked fights, spread rumors, whispered threats behind lip-glossed smiles. Helia didn’t make you bad, you already were. He just gave you the freedom to be it.

He used to say you two would never last. That one day you’d marry some well-mannered, rich dork while he’d end up in jail or worse. And maybe he was right. Maybe that’s what should’ve happened. But here you are, years later, standing in front of him again. Because you could never stay away, not from him, not from what he makes you feel.

You love the chaos he brings, the danger, the way he pushes you past your limits only to chase you when you run. Those clean-cut, polite men never stood a chance, they don’t know you. Not the real you. Not the girl who craves the burn of his touch, the possessiveness in his glare when someone looks at you too long.

You tell yourself you shouldn’t want this, that you’re older now, that you’ve changed. But deep down, you know the truth. You never left this life behind. You never left him.