He Came Back, I Broke Him

Chapter 3

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he stadium. The Fire Cup MVP trophy was heavy in his right hand. His

y Clifton had found in solo queue and decided to keep. They'd duck

eer. A single rusted streetlamp flickered abov

et brick wall. His chest heaved. He t

. His deep, dark eyes were locked onto Clifton, filled with something that looked like magnetic attract

splash. Muddy water sprayed ont

freezing face with both hands.

n by months of suppressed desire

ssed against Justice's,

age wire had been jammed into his spine. Before Clifton could

pine hit the brick wall. Pain ra

ooke

own mouth, knuckles bone-white. His chest heaved erratically. His eyes were wide-f

plashed into a deep puddle. A harsh,

pended in the cold air. Rain soaked his sleeve. His

as crystal clear. This was raw. Unfakeable.

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ng for air, shaking his head frantically. He tr

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the muddy trophy. Looked

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of that alley, leaving the violentl

iliation, Clifton blocked Justice's number. His

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and stale disinfectant, Justice sat on the edge of a stained mattress.

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He Came Back, I Broke Him

Edik Brandwein Modern

“Eighteen months ago, the man I loved shattered my heart, claiming everything between us was a mistake. Now, he's back, a ghost of his former self, a rookie tryout in my pro esports team. And I will make him regret crawling back. Clifton, captain of a legendary esports team, was secretly battling a severe wrist injury that threatened his career, every match a fight against his own body. He pushed through the pain, ignoring doctors' warnings, desperate to maintain his god-like status. His world was already on the edge, but nothing prepared him for seeing Justice Terry again in the team basement. Justice, pale and trembling, his eyes wide with naked terror, was now a rookie tryout. Clifton had spent a year and a half trying to forget that rainy Chicago alley, the raw revulsion in Justice's eyes, the whispered "it wasn't real" that had left him heartbroken. Justice had vanished, and Clifton had erased every trace. Now, the boy who once looked at him like he was the sun was back, flinching at his touch, displaying a deep, primal fear. Amidst sponsor pressure and whispers of being "washed," Clifton saw Justice's return as a chance for vengeance. He publicly humiliated Justice on a live stream, forcing him into a suicide mission, then coldly benched him. Yet, the satisfaction never came. Instead, a hollow emptiness and a torrent of questions: What had truly happened in the past? Why was Justice here, and what trauma had carved such fear into his bones? Clifton, unwilling to be fooled again, swore to uncover every secret and every lie. He would force Justice to explain why he had returned, even if it meant tearing down everything they both had left.”