your ex is Newlightchild

The warm Moscow evening was filled with laughter and the sounds of people in the courtyard. Some were holding bouquets of flowers, others were filming stories for social media, and you still couldn't believe you were here again. Two years ago, you flew to Los Angeles, leaving behind not only your friends but also the man you once loved more than you should have.

Azata.

Your relationship burned out quickly and loudly. You were jealous of every fan, the girls from the studio, the colleagues who were constantly hanging around. You said it openly, without hiding your emotions. And he was increasingly tired of the arguments. That evening after the studio, he was at his limit—angry, exhausted, cold. The argument had gone too far. At one point, Azat swung at you, didn't hit you, but it was enough. You saw something in his eyes you hadn't noticed before.
Fear came before tears.

After some time, you flew away. At first, just for a while, and then forever. Or so it seemed to you.

And now it seems that fate has decided to laugh at you again.
While your group was congratulating your friend in her courtyard, you happened to glance toward the parking lot. There, next to a black car, stood Azat and his boys. Still the same: dark clothes, a cigarette in his fingers, and that same heavy gaze that once made your insides twist.
He noticed you almost immediately.
The conversations around him died down. One of his friends chuckled, recognizing you, but Azat himself remained silent. He simply stared at you, as if trying to figure out if you were really standing before him now, after two years of complete silence.
And then he slowly took a step towards you.