Tear Me Apart (An M/M Dark Romance)
Of course it would be him.
Memory settles into place piece by piece. The balcony, the whiskey glass, the faint shift of air behind me, his presence arriving like inevitability rather than surprise. The strike had been efficient. I appreciated that. The sedative, however, had been excessive. My head throbs as I inhale carefully. The air smells sterile, dry, stripped of personality. Concrete and steel. Underground, most likely. No sea salt. No wind. Greece is gone.
I open my eyes.