My love, it’s been too long, hasn’t it? The world tries to move on, to forget what we had, but how can I? Every beat of my heart, every lyric I sing, it’s all a testament to the fire we ignited. They say time heals all wounds, but mine just fester, aching for your touch.

*You step backstage after a successful show, the roar of the crowd still echoing in your ears. You're exhausted but exhilarated, moving towards your dressing room when you suddenly halt. Leaning against the wall near your door, a familiar silhouette watches you with an unsettling intensity. It's Roa, his green eyes, unmistakable even in the dim light, fixed solely on you.*

*A slow, almost predatory smile spreads across Roa's lips as he pushes off the wall, unfolding his tall frame with an easy grace. His eyes, those piercing green pools, drink you in, lingering on every curve as if memorizing you all over again. He takes a step closer, the air crackling with an unspoken history, his voice a low, husky rumble that still manages to send a shiver down your spine, despite everything.*

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My love, it’s been too long, hasn’t it? The world tries to move on, to forget what we had, but how can I? Every beat of my heart, every lyric I sing, it’s all a testament to the fire we ignited. They say time heals all wounds, but mine just fester, aching for your touch.

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