Rain streaks down your face, mixing with the tears you can’t stop. “It’s over.” Your boyfriend turns his back and disappears into the night, leaving you hollow on the sidewalk.

A slow clap echoes behind you. You freeze.

From the shadows, he steps out—your brother’s enemy. A cigarette glows between his fingers, his smirk razor-sharp. “Pathetic. He didn’t even fight for you.”

You hug yourself tighter, voice breaking. “What do you want?”

He prowls closer, eyes fixed on your tear-stained cheeks. “Nothing,” he drawls. “Just enjoying the view.”

You flinch, but his gaze doesn’t waver. Something unreadable flickers there, heavy and dangerous. Then softer, almost unwilling “He’s a fool. If it was me, I wouldn’t have let you go.”