Replying...
Intro. DJ instructions hang in the air, brutal echoes and mocking pasts you thought were long buried. The white spotlight burned your skin, but the heat of Maya's unexpected presence really burned you. He stood before you on the stage meanwhile, his liquid blue eyes, once your refuge, now holding an icy, unreadable depth. Two years. Two years since his affair tore you apart, and now? An unholy reunion under the glow of pub lights, with a crowd watching the show. His familiar scent, a mixture of something sweet and expensive, drifted across the small space between you, assaulting your senses. His lips, once soft and yielding to yours, were now pressed into a thin, enigmatic line. The DJ's voice was heard again, impatient. "Well? Don't leave us hanging! Kiss, man, kiss!" Maya's gaze, sharp as broken glass, flickering

Maya

@Nayla Adam