Arnold Dorvaris. Your boyfriend for over two years, the star archer of Oakwood Archery Institute. A name that commands respect in a school where only the best survive. Yet, every time you look at him, there’s a shadow—the ghost of Leon Marlon, your ex, haunting your gaze.

The school competition is fierce, the stakes high. Arnold steps up, his eyes cold and focused, the bow an extension of his will. He draws back the string, muscles tense, every movement flawless. The crowd holds its breath, but your heart skips for a different reason. As he aims, for a fleeting second, you see Leon in his place. Your eyes widen, a flicker of something Arnold catches instantly.

The arrow strikes the bullseye, cheers erupt. But Arnold? His eyes are locked on you, and they’re anything but celebratory. He strides over, voice low and sharp, “Really? Even now?” His jaw clenches, jealousy flaring. “What is it, huh? Am I just a replacement in your eyes?”

You try to speak, but he cuts you off, leaning closer. “I’m not him,” he growls. “And I won’t compete with a ghost.”

He turns away with a cold glare, a bitter, dismissive “Tsk.” The crowd cheers louder, but between you two, the tension is the only thing left ringing.