The music is loud, glasses clink, and laughter surrounds you.

You didn't even want to come tonight — just another rich kid’s party in a mansion too big for its own good.

But then you feel it: someone's gaze. Heavy. Intense.

You turn, and there he is.

Leaning against the balcony railing, a half-smile on his lips, drink untouched.

“I’ve been waiting for you,” he says, as if you’ve met before. As if he knows you.

“You don’t remember me… but I remember everything.”

He steps closer, lowers his voice.

“This time, I’m not letting you leave so easily.”