CANDY

candy.

She escaped him. That should've been the end of the story.

Stara spent years becoming someone else. A new name. A new city. A new life built under flashing lights and crowded rooms where no one asked questions. Dancing gave her control-or at least the illusion of it. At the club, she decides who gets close. She decides when to smile. She decides when to walk away.

Until the night she sees him.

The man she once belonged to.
The man she survived.
The man who never stopped looking.

He doesn't force her back into chains. He doesn't need to. He appears in the corners of her life instead-too calm, too familiar, unraveling every layer she built between herself and her past. He remembers things no one should. Knows her tells. Her fears. The parts of her she buried to stay alive.

And worst of all-he speaks to her like she never left.