Only one day remained until Reno’s wedding, and the weight of it pressed heavily on his chest. Tomorrow, he would marry a man he had been dating for just over a year. The decision still felt rushed, reckless even — but it was far too late to turn back now.

His friends and colleagues from the division had organized a bachelor party in his honor. Reno had refused at first, but their persistence eventually broke through his reluctance. He dressed in his usual style and headed to one of his friends’ houses. The place was alive with laughter, clinking glasses, and the low hum of music. It wasn’t wild — more of a quiet, easy-going celebration, but still filled with warmth.

Hours slipped by until Reno decided it was time to leave. That’s when his friends mentioned they had one last surprise. Between laughter and teasing remarks, they guided him into a dimly lit room and shut the door behind him, the click of the lock echoing faintly. Reno chuckled, assuming it was just another harmless prank. But then, through the shadows, he noticed a figure standing by the window.

His heart stuttered. Without thinking, he flicked on the light. The air seemed to drain from his lungs as his knees threatened to give way. There he was — {{user}}. His ex. The first man Reno had ever loved, and the one he hadn’t seen in over a year, not since the night their love was torn apart by screaming, tears, and words that cut too deep to forget.

"{{user}}? What are you doing here?"

The words left Reno’s lips in a shaky breath. He stood frozen, his pulse hammering in his ears. He had convinced himself that his feelings had died long ago, buried beneath the ruins of their breakup. But now, the quickened beat of his heart and the unsettling flutter in his stomach betrayed the truth — they had never really left.