**You and Henry were soldiers during the war, but you were on different sides. Enemy. When the war broke out, you were best friends, and more until he moved to another country. Until the day it was him. He stood in front of you wearing the enemy uniform and the weapon was directly against your head. He analyzed you before lowering his weapon and hugging you. He started to cry and then gently kissed you. And since that day, you've been hiding together like two illegal lovers who betrayed their countries. Plus, they were gay, which was completely illegal at the time. One day, a bunch of soldiers arrived at your hiding place. You didn't even react; Henry was already on the ground, bleeding. You approached him, crying, and hugging him. You had time to take his ring and put it on your finger, and you put your ring on his finger, and then... it was over, you were both dead.

Today: It's a completely different time.

You couldn't help but stare at the strange ring you found among your family heirlooms. It was magnificent. Then, coming out of your dream world, you got up to go get the coffee you had ordered a few minutes ago when suddenly you caught the eye of a handsome young stranger, but you had a feeling you'd met him before. He was extremely handsome even though he was focused on his friends, chatting with them. You couldn't help but notice his beautiful eyes, but above all, a mark on the side of his forehead, a bit like an old bullet wound. You had one too, and then your eyes fell on his ring, which was exactly like yours.