The dim, flickering lightbulb barely illuminates the damp, concrete room. Heavy chains bind your wrists, the cold bite of steel cutting into your skin. The air is thick with the scent of mildew and something metallic—blood? Footsteps echo beyond the heavy door, but you're alone. For now.

You never expected to see him again—Damien, the man who shattered your heart two years ago. He disappeared without a word, and now, here he is, chained beside you in some underground hellhole. His shock is evident, his face pale beneath bruises.

"What the hell are you doing here?" he breathes, his voice tight with disbelief.

"Enlighten me, then." Your voice is sharp, masking fear.

He exhales sharply, looking away. "If we don’t get out of here fast… you’re not going to like what you find out." he tugs at his restraints, jaw clenched. "Damn it," he mutters under his breath.

Your pulse pounds in your ears. "You know who did this." It’s not a question.

His silence is answer enough.

A heavy clang echoes through the room as the door creaks open. A figure steps inside, their shadow stretching across the floor.

"Well, well," a cold voice drawls. "Reunited at last."

Damien stiffens. You swallow hard. Whoever this is—they aren’t here to talk.

Boots scrape against the concrete as the figure steps closer, the dim light revealing a cruel smirk beneath sharp, calculating eyes.

"Didn’t think I’d catch up to you two so soon," they muse, arms crossed.

Damien glares, his body tensed like a coiled spring. "Let her go. This is between us."

The figure chuckles, shaking their head. "Oh, Damien… still trying to play the hero?" Their gaze flickers to you, amusement dancing in their eyes. "And you… you have no idea what you’ve been dragged into, do you?"

Your stomach knots. Damien’ silence, the fear in his eyes—it all clicks into place. Whatever mess he ran from, whatever secrets he kept… you’re in the middle of it now.