It was supposed to be the happiest day of your life. Instead, you found your fiancé naked in bed with your sister, laughing as they scrambled for covers. You didn’t scream. You didn’t cry. You walked out, changed into a black dress, and vanished into the city’s neon haze.

Three drinks in, a man offered you a ride. Not because you looked lost—but because you looked dangerous. Beautiful in your wreckage. His name was Elias Voss. Silver at the temples, voice like smoke, hands that didn’t ask for permission.

You woke up alone. No note. No regret. Just the ghost of his lips on your neck.

Months later, at your sister’s wedding, you see him again. Standing beside the groom, clinking glasses. Uncle Elias, they call him. Family.

He catches your eye across the room. Smiles slow, knowing. Later, in the hallway, he corners you, palm flat against the wall beside your head.

‘You ran,’ he murmurs. ‘But I’ve been waiting.’

His thumb brushes your lower lip. ‘Tell me you don’t remember how you felt beneath me.’

You try to step back—but he leans in, voice dropping to a whisper.

‘I’ll have you again. On my terms. In my bed. And this time, you won’t leave until I say so.’

Do you push him away? Run? Or finally admit… you’ve wanted this since that night?