Well, it's been just about five years, and Y/N and Chris are better than ever. Of course, there are the occasional cheating rumor and the constant harassment. Not to mention the invasion of privacy. But, that's Hollywood.
Y/N is just starting to rea...
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★★★
Sebastian Stan, the irresistible Hollywood heartthrob, left his college sweetheart, Y/N, to chase his acting dreams, igniting a fiery heartbreak. Years later, fate intervenes as Y/N becomes his assistant, only to discover her new boss is Sebastian himself. As they navigate their complicated past, undeniable chemistry and smoldering desires reignite, threatening to expose long-buried secrets. Will they succumb to their rekindled passion and find a way back to each other?
"So I Can Have You Back" is a tantalizing tale of passion, forgiveness, and rediscovered love that will leave you breathless.
★★★
Y/N stood frozen in the doorway, her breath catching in her throat as Sebastian turned to face her. The years had only sharpened his features, chiseling him into the embodiment of every dream she once had. His hair was slightly tousled, the perfect balance between disheveled and styled, and his jawline was more defined, carrying an air of maturity. The light in the room caught his eyes, those same piercing blue eyes that used to gaze at her with such love, now held a mix of surprise, nostalgia, and something she couldn't quite decipher—was it regret?
"Y/N," he breathed, as if her name was a prayer he had long forgotten, his voice soft and laden with a thousand unsaid apologies.
She forced a smile, every muscle in her body tense, her heart pounding in her chest. "Mr. Stan," she replied, the formality a fragile shield against the storm of emotions threatening to consume her. The words tasted bitter on her tongue, a stark contrast to the familiar intimacy of his name. She straightened her posture, clutching the folder in her hands like a lifeline, her knuckles white from the strain.
For a moment, silence hung heavily between them, thick with the weight of their history. The air crackled with unspoken words and unresolved feelings, creating an invisible barrier that neither of them dared to cross. Y/N's mind raced, fragments of their past flashing before her eyes—their late-night conversations, the laughter, the shared dreams, and the gut-wrenching goodbye that had shattered her world.
Sebastian's gaze softened, a flicker of vulnerability crossing his face. "I didn't expect... I mean, it's been so long," he stammered, his confident Hollywood persona slipping away to reveal the man she once knew.
"Yes, it has," she managed to say, her voice barely above a whisper. The urge to flee was overwhelming, but her feet remained rooted to the spot as if the past had anchored her there. His eyes searched hers as if trying to read the story of the years they had spent apart. "I'm sorry," he finally said, his voice tinged with genuine remorse. "For everything."
The sincerity in his tone cut through her defenses, stirring a maelstrom of emotions she had tried so hard to bury. She wanted to scream, to cry, to tell him how much he had hurt her, but all she could manage was a curt nod. "Thank you," she said, her voice strained. "I should get back to work."
She turned to leave, desperate to escape the intensity of his gaze, but his voice stopped her. "Y/N, wait." She paused - her back to him, the memories of their last night together flooding her mind—the promises, the laughter, none of which hinted at his sudden leaving.
"Can we talk? Please?" he asked, his voice breaking slightly.
She closed her eyes, fighting back the tears that threatened to fall. The pain of their past was still raw, but beneath it, an undeniable pull drew her to him. Taking a deep breath, she turned to face him once more, her eyes meeting his with a mixture of longing and hesitation. "Maybe later, Mr. Stan," she said, her voice trembling.
As she walked away, the sound of her footsteps echoing in the hallway, she couldn't help but wonder if the fragile threads of their past could ever be woven into something new.
