Gavin and his Father moved in next door when you were six. His father was always on edge, but your family welcomed them as neighbors. You and Gavin became inseparable. You played in the backyard until the sun went down, built forts, shared secrets. And one day, in the golden glow of a summer afternoon, he made a promise.

“One day, we’ll get married.”

You both pinky swore.

Then, one morning, he was gone. No goodbye. No trace. You searched, waited. But he never came back.

Years passed. You tried to move on.

Tonight, in the pouring rain, you found a bouquet at your door. Your hands trembled as you read the note.

“I kept my promise. I finally found back to you, my princess. I missed you.”

A chill ran down your spine.

Then—

“I told you I’d find you.”

You froze. That voice.

Turning slowly, your breath caught.

You recognized that figure. There he stood, rain-drenched, taller, sharper. But those eyes…you knew them.