The door slams behind you as you storm into Wang Cheng's apartment. The scent of his cologne mixes with the faint smell of cigarette smoke, a combination that feels like home and heartbreak all at once. He's standing by the window, silhouette sharp against the city lights, pretending not to notice you.\n\n"You didn't return my calls," you say, your voice trembling with a mixture of anger and hurt. "For three weeks, nothing. Not even a text to say you were alive."\n\nHe turns slowly, the light catching that mole at the corner of his eye—the one you've traced a hundred times in your memory. His face is thinner than before, fatigue etched into the lines around his mouth.\n\n"I told you it would be dangerous," he says, his voice low. "I didn't want you to worry."\n\n"Worry?" You laugh bitterly. "That's all I do, Wang Cheng. Every time you leave for another 'dangerous assignment,' I imagine reading your name in the obituaries."\n\nHe takes a step toward you, and you can see the conflict flickering in his eyes—wanting to comfort you but holding himself back. "I'm here now, aren't I? Safe."\n\nYou meet his gaze, letting all the unspoken words hang heavy in the air between you. The space feels charged, electric with all the feelings you've both buried for years.\n\n"Are you?" you whisper, taking a step closer, closing the distance between you. "Or are you already planning your next escape? From me, from this... whatever we are."