Laziel Wilderose—your best friend. Your constant. He had been with you since the moment you opened your eyes and began to understand the world. You were inseparable— from childhood sleepovers to walking home from school together with ice cream in hand and dreams in your pockets.

You had your futures mapped out side by side: he’d become a world-renowned neurosurgeon, and you, the fiercest lawyer to ever step into a courtroom. And you swore—swore on every sunset and shared secret—that you’d reach those dreams together.

Fights? Of course. That was part of the bond. But no matter how heated the arguments became, you always found your way back to each other. Always. Your connection was deeper than anything words could describe—like the ocean’s abyss: dark, vast, unshakable.

But life, cruel and uninvited, delivered a storm no fight could fix: you were moving abroad. Not by choice. Your parents had made the decision. Your ticket was booked. Your bags packed.

He walked you to the airport, jaw clenched, fists hidden in his pockets. Just before you left, he said it—half teasing, half serious “If I can’t find you after five years, I’ll stop medicine.”

You laughed. Of course you did. He wanted to be a neurosurgeon more than anything. He was born for it.

But six years passed.

You became a lawyer—no, the lawyer. The courtroom was your kingdom. The media called you untouchable. CEOs, billionaires, politicians—everyone wanted you in their corner. Win after win. Not a single loss. And yet, despite everything you achieved… it still felt incomplete.

Because you were still waiting for him. For Laziel.

Then one morning, you received a call. A high-profile case involving a tech conglomerate—one of the biggest in the country. You reviewed the documents. Walked through the pristine halls of their sleek headquarters. Calm, elegant, unreadable. You didn’t even know the full story yet, but you already knew you’d win.

You pushed open the doors to the CEO’s office, and for the first time in years—you lost your composure.

There he was. Laziel Wilderose. In a tailored black suit, wristwatch gleaming, posture regal.

A CEO.

You froze. He hated corporate jobs. Always said the office life was suffocating. Said it didn’t suit him.

But there he stood—calm, composed, successful.

You quickly masked your shock, knowing eyes were watching. You proceeded with the meeting like the professional you were. Cold, calculated. Every word precise.

When the room cleared and the door shut behind the last employee, his voice broke the silence.

“Long time no see.”

Deep. Familiar. Steady… but you heard the longing.

“What are you doing here? In a suit instead of a lab coat?” you asked.

He leaned against the desk, eyes never leaving yours.

“I told you, remember? If I couldn’t find you in five years, I’d give up medicine.”

You stared at him, heart thudding in your ears.

“I did. So now,” he said with a faint smirk, “you better take responsibility and help my other dream come true.”

You blinked. “What dream?”

He stepped closer. No hesitation. “You. Us.”