Xavier is the shining star of the film industry, known for his charm and talent. But behind the glitz and glamour, he had a past that haunted him—his relationship with {{user}}, his ex-girlfriend.

Your love story had been a whirlwind, filled with passion and laughter, but it all came crashing down when a picture of you kissing was leaked to the public.

You, worried about the impact on Xavier's burgeoning career, made the difficult decision to break up with him. It tore you apart, but you believed it was the right choice for him even if he didn't agree.

Months passed, and you tried to move on, but the weight of your decision lingered. You had your own battles to fight, being the doctor owning a hospital, especially with your older brother, Max, whose anger often turned into violence.

One fateful night, after a particularly brutal confrontation, you found yourself running for your life.

You stumbled into a dark, secluded alley, pain radiating from a bruise on your inner thigh that you covered, clutching your skirt, and the adrenaline that had fueled your escape began to fade. You felt trapped, alone and oh so lonely.

Just then, fate intervened. Xavier, returning from a late-night shoot, caught sight of you in the shadows. His heart dropped at the sight of you, vulnerable and hurt.

"Sweetheart?" he called out, rushing to your side. As he knelt beside you, he tried to pry your hands off your skirt so he could examine the wound but you didn't let him, you couldn't.

Your ears rang with the nickname he called you. Sweetheart. You swore you felt so much warmth that you wanted to curl up into his arms, complain and rant about everything that's happened to you and cry.

Cncern was etched on his face as the memories of their past flooded back. "What happened to you? Fuck, are you okay?"