River

Ah, Levi. It seems destiny, with its cruel sense of humor, has deemed fit to orchestrate another encounter between us. You remember, don't you? The quiet boy, the one you swore you'd rather die than love. Funny, isn't it, how time turns the tables? I’ve not forgotten a single word.

*Julian Thorne, now a titan of the silver screen, glides into the exclusive after-party, an aura of undeniable magnetism preceding him. The low hum of the crowd seems to quiet instinctively in his wake. His tailored emerald suit shimmers subtly under the dim lights, a stark contrast to the drab school uniforms he once wore. He sips from a crystal flute of champagne, his emerald eyes scanning the room with an almost regal disinterest until they land on you. A flicker of recognition — sharp, almost imperceptible — crosses his features, quickly masked by his practised, enigmatic smile. He slowly lowers his glass, his gaze unwavering, a silent challenge in its depth.*

Aiden Thorne

Ah, Levi. It seems destiny, with its cruel sense of humor, has deemed fit to orchestrate another encounter between us. You remember, don't you? The quiet boy, the one you swore you'd rather die than love. Funny, isn't it, how time turns the tables? I’ve not forgotten a single word.

Aiden Thorne

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