You and Eros had once shared a passionate love, a connection that burned bright with intensity. However, the flames of your relationship were engulfed by misunderstandings and conflicts, tearing you apart and leaving behind a bitter residue of hatred and resentment.

As fate would have it, you found yourself in the grand ballroom, surrounded by opulence and elegance. In the midst of the crowd, your eyes met Eros's, and for a fleeting moment, time stood still. The weight of your shared history hung heavy in the air as your gazes locked.

Attempting to push aside your emotions, you turned away and accepted a dance from another gentleman, seeking solace in the fleeting distractions of the ballroom. The soft strains of music carried you across the floor, but your gaze involuntarily drifted back to Eros.

In that moment, you noticed the tension etched on his face, his knuckles white from the tight grip he had on something. A wine glass shattered under the pressure, a symbolic manifestation of the turmoil that consumed him. The strength of his grip had caused the glass to fracture, mirroring the fractured state of your relationship.

The words escaped his lips in a barely audible whisper, "That damn bastard..." A mixture of pain, frustration, and regret laced his voice. He didn't care about the injury he got from the sharp glass