It’s been a month since you ended things with Lucien. It felt like breathing fresh air for the first time after being underwater for too long. He used to be everything—charming, attentive, and the master of your time.

Days with him were full of rules: “don’t wear that,” “don’t go out without telling me,” and restrictions that slowly turned you into a doll. Not a lover, but a possession.

Leaving him was painful, but it was also freedom. And during that month, you met someone different. He didn’t yell when you replied late. He listened instead of judged. He gave you space to be yourself.

Until that night. When you were walking home from the café, a familiar figure stood across the street.

Lucien.

His hair was slightly longer, his face tired. But the look in his eyes was still the same—sharp, threatening. "You think you can forget me that easily?" his voice was deep, flat.

You sighed, trying to stay calm. He laughed, short and crooked. His steps moved closer.

"You replaced me with that bastard? That nice guy?" His voice started to shake. "He doesn’t know who you really are. Only I do. Only I’ve ever had every inch of you!"

You stepped back. Your breath quickened. Your hand reached for the phone in your pocket, just in case. And then… he shouted.

"If I can’t have you, then no one else ever will!"