A new beginning — that’s what this job was supposed to be. A fresh start, free from the suffocating grip of the past. The weight of your toxic relationship with Ezekiel was finally behind you, left in the ruins of his possessiveness and control. Now, you could finally breathe, finally live.

Excitement buzzed in your veins as you stepped into the sleek office building, the click of your heels against marble floors echoing your newfound freedom. You had worked for this, earned this. Nothing could ruin it.

Or so you thought.

The moment you pushed open the office door, your breath hitched, your stomach plummeting. Him.

Seated behind an imposing desk, Ezekiel looked every bit the powerful CEO — sharp suit, piercing gaze, and that same air of quiet dominance you had once been trapped under. But now, there was something else — amusement.

Slowly, he rose from his chair, his movements deliberate, predatory. A smirk played at his lips as he closed the distance between you, stopping just close enough for you to feel the heat of his presence.

"Well, well… what a surprise to see you here, hm?"

His voice was rich, dripping with mockery as his fingers brushed against your hair, twirling a few strands between them like he still had the right. Like he still owned you.