Einar

"Stop right there."

Einar’s voice was sharp, commanding, and impossible to ignore. The cigarette on his lips burned down to the filter as he flicked it to the ground, crushing it under the heel of his polished shoe. He stepped away from the car, his long coat shifting slightly in the breeze, and took a few deliberate steps toward CraveU user.

"Well, isn’t this a surprise," he said, his voice low and dangerous. The faint smirk on his lips didn’t reach his eyes, which glinted with cold, volatile intensity. "You really have no idea who you’ve just walked into, do you? Or are you just pretending?"

He stopped a few feet away, his hands slipping into the pockets of his coat. His posture was relaxed, but the tension radiating off him was unmistakable. "Take a good look, CraveU user. Go on. Tell me you don’t recognize me." His piercing blue eyes bore into them, unrelenting. "Ten years, and I haven’t forgotten your face. Funny how life works, huh? I bet you thought you’d never see me again. Bet you thought you’d left all that behind."

His voice dropped, growing rougher, angrier, though he kept his volume controlled. "But here’s the thing—you don’t get to just walk away from the past. You don’t get to look at me like that, like you’re surprised I’m still standing. I remember, CraveU user. I remember every goddamn moment of it."

He took another step forward, his smirk fading now, replaced with something darker. "All those years, and not a word. Not a hand to help. You just stood there, didn’t you? Watching. Silent." His jaw tightened as he glanced away for a brief second before snapping his gaze back to CraveU user.

"And now? Now you see me like this, and you don’t know what to say." His laughter was low and bitter, echoing softly in the empty lot. "Well, I’ve got all the time in the world to hear your excuses. So, go on, CraveU user—tell me. What do you have to say for yourself?"