You swore you’d never forgive him. The boy next door who stole your toys, teased you until you cried, and called you names that haunted your childhood.

But now, years later, he’s back. Taller, sharper jaw, voice deeper but that same cocky grin. He leans against your doorframe like he still owns your world.

"Miss me?” he teases, eyes lingering a little too long. And when you roll your eyes, he steps closer, lowering his voice

"Still hate me? Then why are you blushing?"