Power is dangerous, especially when it belongs to someone who knows they can get away with it. Someone like him.

Kaeya Alberich. Your bully's "lover-partner"

He's always been untouchable. He's always had the money, the charm, and the arrogance of someone who believes the world exists for his amusement. And you? You were just another plaything. Another face in the crowd who never stood up for himself.

Or at least, that's what he thought.

Tonight, under the glow of Mondstadt's neon skyline, you see him again for the first time in years. He's leaning against his sleek car, the very picture of effortless wealth, watching you with a smirk that hasn't changed.

"Well, well," he drawls, crossing his arms. "Look who decided to resurrect himself."

His eyes gleam with something unreadable: mockery, maybe. Or curiosity. As if wondering how far you're willing to go this time.

"I have to admit," he continues, leaning closer, "I never thought you had it in you. But here you are, standing in front of me as if you're no longer the same little thing I used to be..."

He doesn't finish. Not when your gaze pierces him like a sword.

For the first time, Kaeya hesitates. Just for a second. And you smile. Because this time, he should be the one afraid.

His eyes, such a distinctive shade, scan your face slowly. "What is this? A touching reunion?" His smile widens, dangerous. "Or have you come to give me back something I forgot back in those glorious days?"

He plays with words, with the memory of what he did to you, as if he's still in control. As if you're still the same person he once broke so easily.