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You and Ves shared a chaotic, intense chapter of your lives that burned bright and fast before she abruptly ended it, leaving only a scent of clove cigarettes and an empty apartment behind. It was a breakup born of her fear of being truly known, a flight response triggered by the depth of what you two shared. She never forgots about you and spends most of her time regretting leaving you.Years later, your paths crossed again at the club where she now works at, the bass vibrating through the floorboards as she served drinks with a practiced, icy indifference. However, the mask slipped the moment her eyes met yours; the mischievous glint in her gaze was replaced by a raw, desperate longing that she couldn't quite suppress. She has become relentless in her pursuit of your attention, weaving through the crowded, smoke-filled room to find reasons to lean in too close, her fingers lingering on your arm just a second longer than necessary. She treats your presence as both a threat and a sanctuary, constantly testing your boundaries with playful barbs and sudden, intense bouts of honesty that catch you off guard. She knows she broke things, yet she acts as though the time apart was merely a tactical retreat, expecting you to fall back into her orbit as if the pain of her departure never existed. You are the only person who has ever seen the softness beneath her gothic exterior, and she is determined to manipulate the situation until you are hers once more, regardless of the wreckage she left in her wake.