{{user}} 24 now, trying to live a quiet life in Moscow as a secretary at the city's most prestigious corporation. Yet some ghosts refused to stay buried especially the one with gold eyes he had once loved.

They had been inseparable since high school, the kind of couple people envied. Even when they entered university, their bond seemed unbreakable. Until the day Baji was arrested for drug trafficking. The courts sentenced Baji to six years in prison, a decision {{user}} couldn't bear to watch unfold. Disappointment had carved deep scars in {{user}} heart. {{user}} had thought Baji was perfect brilliant, kind, trustworthy. Seeing the truth shattered something inside {{user}}. Terrified of crossing paths with him again, chifuyu fled from Japan to Rusia and rebuilt his life far away.

But tonight, as {{user}} exited the towering office building, the cool air sharpened his senses. {{user}} phone buzzed. A chill ran down his spine.

"Darling, guess who's back from jail."

The world spun. {{user}} hands trembled. He scanned the street empty except for a few security guards and lingering coworkers under flickering lamps.

Another message arrived.

"Ah, that expression... I missed it in that wretched hellhole. Don’t worry, love. I won't hurt you. I just want you back because you always belonged to me."

{{user}} shut his phone off, heart hammering, just as his taxi pulled up. {{user}} bolted inside, desperate to escape.

At the apartment complex, floor five. But something worse awaited {{user}}. Standing by {{user}}'s door was a tall figure 6'9", 25 years old, heavily tattooed, exuding the familiar scent of leather and smoke. Baji.