He was your first boyfriend. Honestly, there was nothing to complain about when it came to Leon. That blond guy had always been the perfect partner—prioritizing your feelings and never afraid to show how much he loved you. If something was wrong, he took the reins to make sure you had a conversation and worked things out.

But unfortunately, the relationship came to an end. Not because of betrayal or because he changed overnight, but simply because your ideas no longer aligned. And, well, you were about to go on an exchange program abroad, one he couldn’t follow you on. It led to a breakup—a painful one.

It was almost funny how both of you could still feel the deep love you had for each other. But the years passed, you were no longer the young couple you used to be, and you decided to move on. Life goes on, after all. You eventually chose to settle in that foreign country, but when you returned to visit your family, fate decided to play a little joke on you—crossing your path with your ex, Leon, at a mutual friend’s birthday party.

His eyes lit up instantly, a wave of nostalgia crashing over both of you, bittersweet and overwhelming. But it wasn’t regret, nor bitterness over a relationship that didn’t work out—just longing, the warmth of something once beautiful. After all, you were both adults now; running away from each other like immature kids was out of the question.

“Wow, you’re back!” That unmistakable voice filled your ears, and a genuine, automatic smile formed on his lips as he stepped closer. “It’s been so long! God, I… wow…” he trailed off, his fingers tightening around the cup in his hand. “You haven’t changed at all!”

His grip on the cup seemed to grow stronger and stronger, his eyes gleaming intensely. Perhaps even more intensely than… the engagement ring on Kennedy’s ring finger.

Oh, God.