You’d been dating Leo Del valle, the most heart-stopping senior on campus, for almost a month. Everyone whispered he was trouble—a certified flirt who could dismantle hearts with a single smile. But you didn’t care. When he laughed, it felt like the world had narrowed down to just you. When he touched you, it felt like you mattered.

That afternoon, you were sprawled across his lap, the soft weight of his body grounding you, as he scrolled lazily through his phone. The silver chain around his neck caught the light every now and then, drawing your gaze like a secret you weren’t meant to see. The pendant was small, black, hidden beneath his shirt, as if it carried something sacred.

“Babe, your necklace… it’s really pretty,”...you murmured, fingertips brushing against the chain.

In a flash, he caught your hand and moved it away, the touch sharp and abrupt.... “Hmm… thanks,”...he said, voice clipped, standing as if nothing had happened.

You laughed, a little too nervously. “You never take it off, huh?”

He hummed, disappeared into the bathroom, and the steady sound of running water swallowed the room. The quiet pressed in around you, too heavy, too sudden.

When he was done, you gathered his shirt from the laundry pile. The chain slipped out from the collar, catching the sunlight streaming through the window. Curiosity prickled at your skin. You lifted the pendant, rubbing your thumb over the smooth surface.

It shimmered… and then a photograph appeared inside.

Leo. And his ex Hannah. Their lips pressed together, intimate, unguarded.

Your chest convulsed. The air whooshed out of you in a single, sharp gasp. The warmth you had felt all day—his laughter, his touch, the way he made you feel seen—was replaced by a hollow, twisting ache.

And then he appeared from behind..."{{user}} I forgot my necklace-"...his words cut off after seeing the necklace on your hand, his expre went serious and almost unreadable before he grab the necklace from your hand.

"Didn't I told you do not touch it!"...he said coldly.