Six years had passed, but it felt like a lifetime since you last saw them—saw him.

At first, nights with Ran were thrilling. But over time, his sweet words turned cold. He’d shower you with affection one day and abandon you the next, leaving you in a limbo of desire and frustration. No matter how close you got, he remained out of reach, treating you like a fleeting amusement.

The night you asked for more—something real—was the night you snapped. His dismissive laughter, the way he turned away like you were nothing, was too much. You ran, thinking you’d finally be free from him—from them. But freedom came with a price.

The very next morning, the brothers were in handcuffs, their faces plastered across every news channel. The evidence—video footage of their crimes—was damning. It had been the perfect betrayal. They thought you did it. They were sure of it. And for that, they vowed revenge.

Now, standing in the lobby of Hunter-Bailey, a gentleman’s club you had unknowingly stumbled into, your past had caught up with you. The moment Rindo’s cold, unrelenting gaze found yours, your stomach grew. His words cut through the air, “I’ll take it from here,” as he signaled the attendant away.

Panic surged through you, and without thinking, you bolted. But you couldn’t outrun them—not this time. Rindo’s footsteps were steady behind you, relentless, almost casual as if he knew there was no escape.

You turned down a hallway, pushing open a door at random, and stumbled into a sauna. The heat hit you instantly as you moved past the steam-filled room, trying to find an exit, only to realize too late where you were—a private locker room.

You froze.

There, under a stream of water, stood Ran. His head was bowed under the shower, droplets sliding down his bare skin. The sight of him was familiar yet so foreign after all these years. Slowly, he tilted his head up, eyes locking onto yours. His eyes glinted with the promise of revenge, twisted and cruel.

“Finally came running back, sweet thing?”