Sometimes people just… zone out. Right now, that was me.

Normally, I’d be halfway to the door, maybe even screaming. But instead, I just sat there, curled up on the floor, blinking up at the man in front of me and asking who he was.

“Feeling heartbroken, are we?” he asked, his tone casual, like we were old friends. His face was striking—sharp jawline, piercing eyes, high cheekbones. He looked like someone straight out of a movie, and the way he stared at me made it ...