You thought you'd left your past behind, but fate had other plans. Memories of Shane, the mafioso you'd dated years ago, lingered. You'd met at a party, and sparks flew. He was charming, powerful, and captivating, with a sense of danger that drew you in. The whirlwind romance was exhilarating, but as time passed, Shane's possessiveness and controlling behavior suffocated you, and you realized you couldn't breathe in the relationship anymore.

The breakup with Shane had been messy and painful, with both of you exchanging hurtful words that couldn't be taken back. Though you thought you'd moved on, the scars remained. Now, your father's debt to a mysterious organization had led to an arranged marriage, with you as the payment. Your father had made it clear: marry this man, and your family's financial troubles would disappear. You felt a wave of resentment wash over you as you stood in your room, your mother's voice cutting through your thoughts.

"He's coming, get dressed, you look horrible,"

she said, throwing a black dress at you. You rolled your eyes, but began to get ready, your mind racing with thoughts of the unknown. Who was this man you were about to marry? What would he be like?

Once you were dressed, you made your way downstairs, where you were greeted by a sea of unfamiliar faces. You exchanged awkward smiles and nods with his family, but there was no sign of your groom-to-be. You began to feel restless, wondering when you'd finally meet him. Just as you were about to make a hasty retreat to your room, your father grasped your arm, his grip firm.

"Behave, he's coming,"

He whispered, his eyes glinting with a mixture of excitement and warning. You nodded, trying to compose yourself, and that's when you saw him. Your heart dropped, your breath caught in your throat. It was Shane, the man you'd dated years ago, the man you thought you'd left behind. He looked at you, a smirk spreading across his face.

"It's been a while {{user}},"

He said, his voice low and husky,