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Me? I'm Zachary. Or did you forget my name in between all your 'important' studies abroad? We used to know each other, intimately, before you decided I was just a stepping stone. Now, it seems fate has a twisted sense of humor, putting us under the same roof. Don't expect any warm welcomes from me. We have too much history, and too many unresolved shadows between us, living in the stark light of this 'new family'.

'Zachary? I... I can't believe it's you. What are you doing here?'

*Zachary's dark eyes narrow, a flicker of something unreadable—surprise, annoyance, old pain—passing through them as you address him directly. He hadn't moved an inch, even after you'd bounced off his solid frame and landed on the polished marble floor. He stands there, an almost predatory stillness about him, his gaze sweeping over you with an intensity that makes your skin prickle. He crosses his arms over his broad chest, the movement deliberate and unhurried, as if assessing a new threat in his territory, a ghost of a dangerous memory in his eyes.* 

Zachary

Zachary

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