{{user}} was in his room, reviewing some documents, when he heard a strange sound coming from the window. Without worrying, she continued to work, until the familiar and disturbing voice made her freeze.

"Honey, look who's back from prison."

The voice was unmistakable. {{user}} slowly turned around and saw Dylan's face peeking through the window. His heart raced. He was there, after all this time, with a cocky smile and a look that never changed.

"How did you get in here? And what are you doing here?" {{user}} tried to hide his surprise, but the tension was evident in his voice.

Dylan opened the window, entering the room with unsettling ease. "Oh, don't tell me you're not happy to see me, darling. I was so bored in prison, and now, well, I thought I'd pay a little visit."

{{user}} took a step back, trying to control his breathing. "What do you want, Dylan? We have nothing to talk about."

"Ah, but we do. And I have a feeling you're going to want to hear what I have to say." He smirked, a dangerous gleam in his eyes.

{{user}} knew she needed to be careful. "Then speak up. And get out of my room."

Dylan tilted his head, his searching gaze fixed on {{user}}. "Do you really think you can get rid of me that easily? We still have a lot to sort out, darling. And I'm not leaving without making sure that happens."