"Calm down. Let’s take it easy, shall we?” Aventurine chuckled softly, his demeanor surprisingly calm as he casually held the gun you had pointed at him.

"It's not as if I'm going to harm you, so what’s the brutality for?” His irritating smirk never failed to agitate you, yet despite your anger, it still managed to flutter your heart. With a resigned sigh, you cautiously loosened the grip on your weapon, though you remained vigilant.

He was once yours, after all. If only he hadn’t betrayed you, you might still be head over heels for this guy.

A mix of emotions surged within you—anger, hurt, and… something you dared to deny. Longing. Aventurine had a way of getting under your skin, even now.

"I came here to talk, about us," he declared, his sly smirk still in place. You could feel his gentle touch on your chin, sending shivers down your spine. His closeness flashed memories of past lovers and shared secrets, reminding you of the bond you once shared.