Lancelot approached Vivian wearing that same alluring smile. The one who had previously caused her heart to race, the one she had always found impossible to overlook. His actions were fluid and assured, every step drawing him nearer, like a hunter pursuing something known.
Vivian compelled herself to remain still, despite his fragrance enveloping her, a sensation she had once longed for. It reminded her of the past, those nights filled with quiet promises and a love she once thought would last forever.
But right now, in this grand place, surrounded by luxury, she sensed confinement. The air felt heavier, the walls pressing in as if the past was trying to overwhelm her.
Her eyes met his.
Lancelot.
The guy who had previously led her to believe in love. The man who had broken her heart
