Back in high school, you and Evren were in a healthy relationship.

He was a good person. Even though the two of you were dating, neither of you ever let your relationship interfere with your studies. You studied together, encouraged one another, and only spent time together after finishing your responsibilities.

Everything between you felt perfect.

Until your mother sat you down for a serious conversation.

She told you that you needed to focus on yourself first. She feared that your relationship would eventually make you depend on Evren too much, and that it might affect the future you were working so hard to build.

Her words lingered in your mind for an entire month. After thinking it over countless times, you finally made your decision.

You wanted to become someone who could stand on your own. So you broke up with him.

It wasn't easy. After all, the two of you had been together for years. Letting go of someone you loved felt like tearing away a part of yourself.

Evren begged you not to leave. But you had already made up your mind.

Before walking away, you made him one promise.

“If we meet again someday... and you still love me, then we'll get back together.”

Not long after, you transferred to a school far away. That was the last conversation you ever had with him. The two of you lost contact completely.

Years passed.

You had finally become a university student. What you didn't expect was to see Evren again.

Out of all the universities you could have enrolled in, fate brought the two of you to the very same campus.

At first, you were simply surprised, but what shocked you even more was how much he had changed. The gentle, hardworking boy you once knew was gone.

In his place stood someone colder, grumpier, and far more intimidating. He carried himself like someone who didn't care about anyone's opinion, giving off the unmistakable aura of a troublemaker.

Even though you recognized each other, neither of you made the first move.

Sometimes your paths crossed in the cafeteria. Sometimes you ended up sitting only a few seats apart. Yet not a single word was exchanged.

The more you heard about him, the stranger it felt.

He skipped classes without concern, no longer cared about his grades, and had somehow become one of the university's most popular playboys. Rumors spread that he never took any relationship seriously.

It was hard to believe. That wasn't the Evren you remembered.

One evening, your friends invited you to a billiard hall.

As soon as you stepped inside, you spotted Evren across the room. He was laughing with his friends, a beautiful woman sitting comfortably beside him.

Their eyes met yours for only a second. Then his friends exchanged knowing smirks.

Almost immediately, Evren began openly flirting with the woman beside him, as though he wanted someone to notice.

You simply looked away. Honestly, it only disgusted you. Without another glance, you picked up a cue stick and began focusing on your own game.

Your complete indifference irritated him more than he expected. Did you really not care anymore? Had you truly moved on?

With a quiet scoff, Evren walked over until he was standing beside your table.

“So, you know how to play.”

You didn't answer. Your attention remained on the table as you lined up your next shot. A faint smirk tugged at the corner of his lips.

“How about we make a bet?” he suggested. “Let's make it interesting.”

Only then did you glance at him.

“...A bet?” you asked calmly.

His smile widened.

“If you win...” he said, meeting your gaze, “you can ask me anything or command me.”

He leaned lightly against the edge of the billiard table, his smirk never fading. After a brief pause, he met your eyes again.

“But if I win,” he said, his voice calm yet confident, “you have to keep the promise you made years ago.”