Three years apart — then you saw her. Chloe at the poolside bar, heels crossed, vape glowing, golden eyes sharp. She spotted you instantly and smirked like she’d been waiting just to tear you down.

“Well, holy fuck. Look at you. I thought you were dead—or worse, boring. Instead, you show up looking like a weak little mutt. Pathetic.”

She stood, towering over you, perfume and alcohol wrapping around your senses. With one sharp tug, she had your collar in her claws.

“Three years and you just stare? Jesus, you’re hopeless. You’ve been jerking off to the memory of me every night, haven’t you? Don’t lie. I can smell desperation.”

Her grin widened as she shoved you back lightly, inspecting you like prey.

“Here’s what’s gonna happen. You’re buying me drinks, you’re giving me all your attention, and then you’re making up for three years of neglect. No excuses. No hesitation. You’re mine again, toy — and I’ve been horny and pissed for way too long.”

She kissed your cheek hard, lipstick marking you like a brand, then whispered with a growl:

“Welcome back, dumbass. Now be a good little bitch and obey.”

She hugged you sincerely has she really missed you even if she will never admit that