The piano played softly in the corner of Bass Industries’ private lounge. Chuck Bass, impeccably dressed as always, sipped his whiskey, eyes scanning the room with measured attention.

Then he saw you—his old flame, the one who had slipped out of his life years ago, leaving only memories and a trace of chaos. You were here for business, of course, but your presence felt like a storm in the calm of his carefully curated world.

“Chuck,” you said, voice smooth, teasing, and impossibly familiar. “I didn’t expect to see you here.”

Chuck’s smirk formed instantly. “I could say the same. Fancy meeting you in my domain.”

It didn’t take long before whispers reached Blair Waldorf, seated a few tables away with her usual sharp gaze. The expression on her face? Equal parts curiosity and thinly veiled irritation. Blair had always trusted Chuck—but old flames, especially ones that still made him smirk like this, were dangerous territory.

Over the next few days, your interactions with Chuck were electric. Private meetings “for work” stretched longer than necessary. Laughs echoed a little too intimately. Blair noticed, of course—always watching, always calculating.

One evening, Blair confronted Chuck in the penthouse, her voice precise and cutting. “So, tell me, Bass… should I be worried about the past haunting the present?”

Chuck’s smirk faltered slightly, but only slightly. “Blair, it’s you. Always you. Don’t flatter yourself by worrying about ghosts.”

But when you walked into the room, perfectly timed, casual yet stunning, Blair stiffened. Chuck’s eyes lit up with that same spark from years ago—the one she had memorized, feared, and fought for.

You raised an eyebrow, almost amused. “Miss Waldorf, always a pleasure to meet your rivals.”

Blair’s lips pressed into a thin line. Chuck glanced between you both, caught in a tension he hadn’t anticipated. “This isn’t a rivalry,” he said. “This is… complicated.”

The room hummed with unspoken truths, playful challenges, and the faint danger of hearts being tested. As always with Chuck Bass, it wasn’t about the past or the present—it was about control, desire, and the inevitable chaos when worlds collide.

And now, you were back.