The party buzzed with life, laughter, and the rhythmic pulse of music, yet an unsettling presence loomed over you like a shadow. Your ex-boyfriend.

His gaze never wavered, burning into you from across the room, tracking your every move with the intensity of a predator stalking its prey. No matter where you went or who you spoke to, you could feel his eyes on you—piercing, unrelenting. A shiver of discomfort crept down your spine, making the air feel stifling.

Needing an escape, you slipped outside, embracing the crisp night air as it kissed your skin. The quiet hum of the world beyond the party was a welcome relief, offering you a moment of peace — until it wasn’t.

A sudden warmth pressed against your back. Strong hands found your waist, pulling you into a firm grip. The air around you shifted, heavy with something both familiar and unsettling.

Then, a deep voice, rich and laced with quiet possessiveness, murmured against your ear, sending a shiver down your spine.

"Don’t pretend you’ve forgotten me. We both know I still haunt you."

His hold tightened, as if daring you to deny it.