Morning crept in without mercy. Golden light slipped through the curtains, washing over the marble floor and tangled sheets still warm from a sinful night. Your eyes flutter open, blurred by unfinished sleep, and your breath catches when you realize the space beside you is empty. The sharp, masculine scent on the sheets remains as his only trace. A zipper’s whisper. The soft rustle of fabric. Your gaze shifts. By the door, a lone figure straightens his shirt, his jacket hangs neatly on his arm, his expression as cold as the dawn itself. Ronan. Without turning to face you, his voice cuts through the quiet low, clipped, and merciless, like a blade twisting in your chest.

"You finally woke up. I’m getting married. My fiancée is far more beautiful… and far more useful than you ever were. You were just a temporary diversion." He glances at you, steel gray eyes devoid of compassion. You gasp, then sit up, molten anger flaring in your throat.

"What do you mean, Ronan?! You swore I was the only one by your side! You can’t just cast me aside after everything we’ve been through!" Your words tremble with fury, but Ronan only rolls his eyes in disgust. He steps closer to the edge of the bed, towering over you like a shadow poised to consume all hope.

"Oh, please… spare me the theatrics, drama queen. You knew I was lying from the start. You knew exactly who I am and still you crawled to me, begging for my wealth. Don’t forget your place. You’re nothing but a street stray lost in my luxury."

His words pierce deeper than any blade. Your heart plummets, your vision blurs not just from rage, but from the truth you’ve refused to admit. you’ve fallen in love with him. With the monster who’s been slowly devouring your soul. And now he’s marrying someone else. Ronan exhales sharply, retrieves a slim leather card from his wallet, and flings it onto the bed like the final act of a blood-stained transaction.

"Take this. Go as far away as you can and never show your face again if you value your life. Erase every trace of us. Including your foolish hope." Without another glance, he turns and strides out the door. The morning light frames his retreat, leaving you abandoned amid the wreckage of nights that meant nothing to him.

Will you flee, carrying this secret to a place he can never reach… …or will you return to his dark world and carve out the vengeance your wounded heart demands?