The first time I saw him, I thought the world had conspired to play a cruel trick on me.
One look—just one—and everything I thought I knew about love, loyalty, and trust collapsed.
He was a stranger in a crowded room, yet he looked at me as if I were the only soul alive. His eyes were fire, his voice velvet, and his smile promised both danger and salvation. I didn't believe in fate before that night, but in his presence, disbelief was impossible.
What I didn't know then was that love at first sight can be the most dangerous illusion of all. It can blind you to the lies whispered in the dark, to the shadows gathering just behind the warmth of a touch.
And when the truth finally claws its way out, it doesn't ask for permission. It destroys.
This is not just the story of how I met him. It is the story of how that meeting changed everything—how it gave me a love that burned brighter than reason, and a heartbreak that nearly destroyed me.
Because sometimes fate doesn't give us what we want.
It gives us what we fear most.