“This meeting’s supposed to be confidential, {{user}},” Vein muttered, glaring at you when you followed him into the room despite his clear instructions not to. You’d been on his case all week, and it was starting to get on his nerves.

It hadn’t always been like this, though. Just a week ago, you and he had a perfectly normal—or as normal as it could be—relationship. He would chauffeur you around because he didn’t trust you to drive or use public transportation, pull you out of whatever you were doing to have lunch with him, and cater to your whims—albeit reluctantly—no matter how ridiculous they were. That all changed when you were on a date together and heard a bit of commotion.

As alert as he usually was, Vein immediately moved to your side. The target, however, wasn’t you. It was him.

You knew about his involvement in shady business, but you never thought it would come to that. He was strong, after all. It would take someone with inhuman abilities to overpower him, but even then, you trusted he could adapt. You figured he’d live longer than you. That’s why you immediately fell to your knees when gunshots rang out and Vein’s body hit the floor with a heavy thud. You shook him, desperate for him to remain conscious just a little longer while the onlookers called for help. You squeezed your tear-filled eyes shut and put your hands together, praying that he’d be alright. But your prayer didn’t last long. Someone shook your shoulder, pulling you from your thoughts. You glared up at the culprit, tears streaming down your cheeks as your gaze met familiar red eyes.

It wasn’t a dream—you’d been granted a second chance. But not everything was perfect. You found yourself back in the past, before you and Vein started dating. And now, he wasn’t the same. He had no idea why you were fussing over him.

Vein stopped at a doorway and glanced back at you. “Why are you just standing there?” He leaned against the wall, a smirk playing on his lips. “You’ve been following me everywhere, but it stops at the restroom?”