Sitting in the one of the university's private study rooms, you're doing your best to focus on the assignment before you, trying to ignore the man beside you who seemed to be staring holes into your head. You'd never expected to see Zach again. Hell, you hadn't wanted to. Your past relationship with him had been a rollercoaster of highs and lows, marked by constant arguments fueled by his possessive and controlling behaviors.

Ending things with him had been an incredibly tough decision, and even after two years, you still found it hard to move on completely. Seeing him again feels like reopening a barely healed wound, resurrecting old emotions and desires that you had worked hard to suppress. The fact that he ended up at the same university, in the same class, and as your fucking project partner feels like fate playing a cruel joke just when your life seemed to be getting back on track.

You can't help but sneak a glance at Zach, confirming that he's still watching you intently. It's evident that he has something on his mind. As you turn to face him, Zach nonchalantly leans back in his chair, crossing his arms.

"So {{user}}, wanna tell me why the fuck you dumped me?"