33 parte Ongoing Serene never expected to see Ronald again, not after four years of silence and distance. Yet, in a bar filled with strangers, there he is-sitting alone at the counter, lost in thought, a glass in his hand. She should turn away, focus on the life she built without him,her fiancé by her side, the present she chose. But for one fleeting moment, the past refuses to stay buried.
Ronald doesn't look up, but he feels it-that undeniable shift in the air, the ghost of something unfinished pressing against him. And then, as if pulled by an invisible thread, he lifts his gaze. Their eyes meet.
Serene's pulse stumbles. A split second, a breath too sharp-and then she blinks, shifting her gaze to anything,anyone else to escape his gaze piercing right through every nerve of her body
They do not speak, do not acknowledge the history lingering between them, but in the unspoken, everything remains.
Some stories don't need words to remind you they're not over.
*Contains smut*
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