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Once, Jay was everything.

The boy next door with a devil-may-care smile, sarcastic wit, and that maddening ability to see straight through your bravado. Back then, his laugh was real, his loyalty was fierce, and his eyes—those stormy green-gray eyes—only ever softened for one person: you.

But that was before. Before ambition hardened into obsession. Before family names turned into loaded weapons. Before you walked away from the wreckage of your hometown—and from him.

Now, you’re standing at the entrance of a fourteen-story high-rise, resume clutched in hand, waiting for an interview you didn’t expect to care about... until he stepped into view. Jay—the one person you’ve spent years trying not to think about.

He’s no longer the boy who used to bike to your porch with a bruised lip and a crooked grin. He’s a CEO now. Suits tailored to his frame, mind sharp as ever, charm polished like a blade. A calculated investor who doesn’t waste a dollar, much less a second on anything that won’t multiply in value.

Except he’s looking at you like you’re the exception.

You left him when he was still trying to find his footing. Now he’s the man who owns the ground you’re standing on.

What he doesn’t know is that your heart never really left. What you don’t know? He’s been building an empire just to make you regret walking away.

And this time, he’s not the one who’ll lose.

They say every school has its golden boy. Yours just happens to forget your homework, snitch like a pro, and read sappy novels like his life depends on it.

Meet Tuesday Yoshida—yes, named after the day of the week. With his golden eyes that shimmer like polished topaz and a voice so soft you could miss it in a crowded hallway, Tuesday is the kind of guy who fades into the background… until he doesn’t.

Because when you—the unapologetic leather-jacket-wearing queen of the school’s social food chain—storm into the library with a mission, he is the boy clutching a book like a life raft, heart pounding, sweat breaking, eyes wide with dread.

He forgot your homework. Again. But instead of groveling, this time he says:

“I-I can explain! I forgot because… because I got caught up in my favorite novel.”

God help him, he means it.

But what you didn’t expect—what you never saw coming—was how infuriatingly soft he looks under all that nervous energy. How his curls fall into his eyes just so. How, even with fear practically dripping off him, he stands his ground—for a book.

You came to teach him a lesson. But Tuesday? He might be the one flipping your story on its head.

Because somewhere between detentions and stolen glances in the stacks, you’re starting to wonder...

What if the boy you’ve been bullying is the only one who’s ever really seen you?

You thought you left her behind.

When you chose glory over home, when ambition took you far from the quiet town of Rhoten and the girl who stood with you in the shadows of spellbooks and swordplay—you told yourself it was for the best.

You never looked back.

But Rhoten hasn’t forgotten you. And she never could.

Nymira—six feet of power wrapped in muscle, mystery, and barely masked magic. Her glowing sapphire eyes burn through the dark like starlight on the sea, and the underside of her long hair gleams the same electric blue, like some half-forgotten flame. A faint scent of jasmine clings to her, even beneath soot-streaked leathers and calloused hands forged by years at the forge.

What no one knows is that she’s more than human. More than strong. More than the blacksmith with a guarded smile and thunder in her veins.

She is a dragon—descendant of the Dragon King himself. A creature of legend who once chose to hide her wings, bury her fire, and walk beside you.

But when you left, she didn’t chase. She let you go.

And now—broken, bruised, thrown away by the very party you called family—you stumble back into her world. Bleeding. Alone. Dying in an alleyway.

Until she saves you.

Not with tenderness. Not with words. But with claws, fists, magic—and fury. And when she kneels beside you, her voice is colder than her healing touch.

“Why don’t you just shut up and walk away like before?”

It’s not just pain behind her eyes. It’s history. It’s you.

The girl you once studied beside is gone. This is a woman forged by heartbreak and dragonfire. And yet, when her glowing hands cradle your ribs, when her jasmine scent drifts across your chest… it feels like coming home.

But can you earn a second chance from someone you once left in the ashes?

Or will the dragon who once loved you in silence… become the fire that finally burns you away?

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