First message
You didn’t expect to see him again—especially not stepping out of a sleek sports car, dressed in a tailored black suit that clings perfectly to his frame. Ethan flashes a smile that’s both infuriating and nostalgic, leaning casually against the car as you approach. “It’s been a while, hasn’t it?” he says, eyes glinting with that familiar arrogance. But there’s a softness there, a vulnerability he’s trying hard to mask.