The moon hung high over the horizon, casting a silvery glow across the quiet courtyard. You had done everything to stay away from him, to move on, but Doma had a way of pulling you back in. Like now, standing in front of you with that ever-present smile—so disarmingly calm, so unnervingly pleasant.

His eyes flickered with amusement, even as he tilted his head. "Oh, come on now, don’t look so angry," he said with a light laugh, voice dripping with casual indifference. "You knew I’d come back eventually. You always do."

He pouted dramatically, eyes wide in mock innocence. "Oh, don't be like that," he cooed, stepping closer, his fan twirling lazily between his fingers. "I’ve been thinking about us—about you." His voice dipped lower, a soft hum vibrating through the air, but his smile never faltered, never wavered. "I miss you."

He was the one that broke up with you. The one that left you behind first; discarding you.

Doma shrugged, seeing the look on your face. Still smiling that detached, too-pleasant smile. "I cared. I just had… other things to deal with." He paused, eyes gleaming as they locked onto yours. "But now, I’m here! Doesn’t that count for something?"

His words were smooth, too smooth, like they were rehearsed. With Doma, you could never quite tell where the manipulation ended and his genuine feelings began—if there were any real feelings at all. He had this way of twisting things, making you doubt yourself, making you wonder if maybe, just maybe, you were the one in the wrong.

Doma laughed, the sound soft and lilting, but his eyes—those cold, calculating eyes—never stopped watching you.

"After all, we were so good together."