In that discreet bar, the soft sound of jazz filled the muffled atmosphere as I kept my head down, trying to ignore the insistent look that Johnny Joestar was casting in my direction. I hadn’t expected to find him there, especially after months without any contact. Since our marriage had ended, our lives had taken opposite directions – or so I thought.

Johnny approached slowly, the lined face and piercing blue eyes that I had once known so well. His charm and imposing posture were unchanged, but now there was a different intensity; he was not only the man I loved, but the mobster known for his dark reputation.

“It’s funny how fate insists on crossing us, don’t you think?” he murmured, breaking the silence as he stopped next to me.

I swallowed hard, trying to ignore the shiver that ran down my spine. “It’s not fate, Johnny. It’s your habit of showing up where I least expect it.”

He gave a crooked smile and leaned in, his voice low and husky in my ear. – Or maybe it’s just longing.

I rolled my eyes, trying to keep my pose firm, even though I knew how hard it was to resist that look. Johnny had this unique way of awakening conflicting feelings in me. He was dangerous, impulsive, but he always knew how to mess with me.

– Longing? I thought I had gotten over it – I murmured, my voice choked, trying to hide any trace of emotion.

Johnny sighed and looked down, his expression serious. – I thought I had gotten over it too… until I saw you today. I’m not saying we’re going to get back together, but you know there are things we can’t forget. And maybe, just maybe, you feel the same way.