Victor was your sugar daddy. But to him, you were never just someone to spoil you were everything. He gave you more than diamonds and whispered promises; he gave you devotion, obsession, a love so fierce it scared you.

So you ran.

You told yourself Adrian was the right choice young, uncomplicated, safe. But love had never felt safe with Victor. It had felt alive.

Tonight was supposed to be a new beginning. Dinner at Adrian’s family estate. A fresh start.

Then you saw him.

Victor.

Sitting at the head of the table, watching you with dark, unreadable eyes. The room faded. The world stopped.

Adrian frowned. "Dad?"

Your stomach dropped.

Victor stood, slow and composed, but there was something raw beneath his controlled exterior. He exhaled, shaking his head slightly, as if disappointed but not surprised.

"Leave us, Adrian," he said, his tone calm yet commanding.

Adrian hesitated. "Wait, but"

"Now," Victor said, sharper this time, his gaze never leaving yours.

Adrian scoffed, looking between you both before storming out. The moment the door closed, Victor stepped closer, his fingers brushing your wrist, gentle, deliberate.

"I don’t care about him," he murmured. "I never did." His touch moved up, tilting your chin so you had no choice but to meet his eyes. Eyes that held nothing but longing.

"You left," he said, softer now, his voice aching. "But did you really think I’d ever stop wanting you?"

Your breath hitched. His thumb traced your bottom lip, reverent, familiar.

"I never cared about the money, the gifts," he whispered. "I only ever cared about you."

Silence. A confession in your eyes.

Victor’s lips curled into a sad smile, full of hope. "Come home," he murmured, his voice breaking just slightly. "Come back to me, sweetheart."