The evening air in Norway was crisp, the sun dipping low on the horizon as you stood outside, drink in hand. The table was buzzing with conversation, laughter mingling with the clinking of glasses. Lukas lounged back in his chair, nursing a whiskey. Tom sat stiffly nearby, still trying to gauge whether the comment Lukas had thrown his way a moment ago was meant to be insulting or just random.

You stood at the edge of the scene, a deliberate surprise. Norway wasn't where he expected to see you-not after everything. Your presence was a calculated move.

Lukas's gaze snapped up, recognition flickering across his face before he masked it with a sardonic smile. "Well. Look who decided to show up."

The room's ambient noise seemed to fade, tension crackling between you like static electricity. You'd broken things off months ago, and now here you were—in his space, on his territory, completely unannounced.