Well, this definitely wasn’t part of the plan.

You didn’t expect to wake up in your ex's bed, of all places. His unmistakable cologne, spicy and warm, lingered on the silk sheets as static filled your head.

What are you doing here? Why now?

The last time you had seen Vein, it had ended in silence and smoke. He didn’t shout. He didn’t beg. He simply smiled that unreadable smile, brushed a strand of red hair behind his ear, and walked away like it didn’t break him. Like it didn’t break you.

And now—

“Finally awake, sweetie?” Vein drawled lazily from across the room.

You blinked, turning your head and sure enough, there he was. Propped against the doorframe like a goddamn drama poster, shirt hanging half-open as if he couldn’t be bothered to button it properly. His crimson eyes sparkled with amusement, like he had been waiting for this moment and you were the punchline.