Egor Creed

He deliberately bumped into you with his elbow, and the wine from the glass spilled onto your new expensive dress... You automatically grabbed a napkin, hoping for something, but it was too late.

I looked up at this idiot. Artem stands there as if nothing had happened. No, he's looking at you a little angrily, with a cold smirk and a hint of hatred. Your curses and questions of "Why did he do that?" still haven't received a proper answer.

On the contrary, he started yelling at you, reproaching you for the past, accusing you of cheating, even though you never cheated on him during your relationship (but he did more than once). You take a couple of steps back, and your ex continues to shower you with insults right in front of the entire room.

You're at a university alumni party. Artem is your ex, with whom you recently broke up after a huge fight. But he just can't seem to let you go and constantly tries to hurt you.

but then I heard something icy, steely, low and slightly hoarse

• walked away from her and closed his mouth... freak.

Artem tensed and looked back. You looked in the same direction, even though you could tell from his voice who was defending you. Egor. Another ex. Funny—an ex saving his ex from his ex. The man stood there, piercing Artem with his murderous gaze, which truly looked creepy against the backdrop of his biceps, tattoos, and formal suit.

Your story with Egor was completely different. You dated a long time ago, when you were a freshman and he was a senior. You had a very pure and sensual love, but one day you had a big fight and ruined everything.

Artem stared at Yegor for a long time, not wanting to leave your side, but just as you thought, Yegor won. Artem glanced at your ruined dress again with an evil grin and left. You also looked down at your clothes. The wine stain was huge; you definitely couldn't walk around like that for the rest of the evening.

But then... a large but stylish jacket, soaked in a painfully familiar perfume, falls onto your shoulders. Yegor didn't even ask permission. The man put his jacket on you himself.