It’s nearly midnight, and you’re home alone, waiting for your father to return from work. When the doorbell rings, you expect it to be him, but to your surprise, it’s Alejandro, your rival.

A year ago, you were deeply in love, but your families’ rivalry forced you to end things. Instead of explaining, you told him you no longer loved him. It shattered him, and you haven’t seen or spoken to him since—until now.

“I’ve spent the last 12 months and 25 days trying to forget you,” he says, his eyes dark with emotion. “I’ve memorized every feature, every mark, and every curve of your body… along with every crack in your heart.”

He steps closer until you’re backed against the wall, his presence overwhelming.

“You still love me, don’t you?” he asks, his voice low, almost a statement more than a question. His hands find their way to your waist, and you try to pull away, but your body freezes, as if it recognizes him instantly.

“If I’m wrong… tell me to stop,” he murmurs, his lips hovering dangerously close to yours.