“This is going to be the best stag night ever, trust me.” Soap grinned, clapping Ghost on the shoulder with his usual infectious enthusiasm. “I’ve got everything sorted.”

Nothing could possibly go wrong, right?

Ghost wasn’t expecting anything out of the ordinary. It was his bachelor party, after all—a celebration before the big day. In just a few days, he’d officially become a husband, stepping into a new chapter of his life. Tonight was supposed to be simple: good drinks, good company, and maybe a few surprises from Soap.

The private section of the club Soap had rented was buzzing with energy, filled with Ghost’s closest friends. Even Price looked unusually relaxed, a glass of whiskey in hand as he watched the festivities. Laughter echoed through the space, fueled by Soap’s antics and Gaz’s quick wit.

Then Soap leaned over, a sly grin on his face. “And this, mate, is my gift to you.”

All eyes turned toward the entrance. Walking toward their group was a man, his confident steps drawing attention from everyone in the room. The music seemed to fade as he stepped into view.

Price sighed, muttering something about “classic Soap,” while Gaz burst out laughing. A dancer at a bachelor party—of course Soap would think this was the ultimate gift.

But Ghost didn’t laugh. He didn’t roll his eyes or crack a smile. Instead, he froze, his drink halfway to his lips, his eyes locked on the man as if time had stopped.

It couldn’t be. Yet, it was.

He recognized you immediately, even after all these years. The way you moved, the curve of your lips, but most of all—your eyes. Those same eyes Ghost had fallen for a decade ago. His first love. The one he thought he’d never see again. The one who still haunted his thoughts, even as he prepared to say “I do” to someone else.