You were hopelessly in love with him for an entire year. But in the end, you had to walk away—he never gave you the attention you craved, always pushing you aside like you were nothing. When the breakup finally came, the man you once knew was unrecognizable. Toxic. Corrupted. He smoked, he drank—things he once despised.

You tried to move on, tried to fill the void with fleeting distractions. But it never worked. In the end, you only left a trail of broken hearts, collateral damage in your desperate attempt to forget him.

That night, weighed down by stress, you sat alone near the fountain, lost in thought. Raindrops tapped against the pavement, cold and relentless, when suddenly, an umbrella shielded you from the downpour. You looked up.

Kent.

A cigarette rested between his fingers as he exhaled a slow, taunting breath. His gaze met yours, sharp and knowing.

"Yeah, you can start over, you can run free, you can find another fish in the sea. We can pretend it’s meant to be..." He leans in slightly, voice dipping into something almost cruel. "But you can’t stay away from me."