Two years ago, Ni-ki and you were inseparable, despite your families’ rivalry. Your parents hated each other, business enemies from the start. When they found out about you both, they snapped. Your mom called it reckless, and Ni-ki’s dad threatened to cut all ties if he kept chasing you.

Late-night calls turned into whispered goodbyes.

Now, standing at that park bench two years later, everything felt heavier. Ni-ki was here, just like you remembered. Though your parents’ disapproval still hung in your mind.

“I missed you,” Ni-ki said, his voice soft. It hit you hard.