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He Came Back, I Broke Him

Chapter 5 

Word Count: 651    |    Released on: Today at 16:17

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floor lounge, slouched into the leat

d snapped up. A fake smile stretched across his face

you find Ju

t. "High-Elo ranked. Kid slid in

words made Clifton's b

space. "Don't think you can build

hrew his hands up. "Come on, cap. I

ll churning. Eighteen months. Eighteen months since that rainy alley, and

as l

corner and coll

ustice stumbled backward, clutching the cups li

Sharp cheekbones. Shadows under his eyes. Skin that hadn't seen sunlig

," Clifto

w breaths. He tried to squeeze past Clifton's shoulder, desperate to escape wit

on one of the cu

r the rim and splashed onto the

of pain escaped his throat-the kind of sound made by someone w

hout thinking. Muscle memory older th

Justice's peripheral vision, someth

dodge. He did

t... s

retreating into its shell. His whole body went rigid-not like someone avoiding a

hand stopp

lder. Something carved into the boy's bones l

pended hand, then at Clifton's face. Something like

caught the metal trash can behind h

ed over the sofa. "

s scalded hand, tucked his chin into

as still hanging

inward. Formed a fist. Shoved

That wasn't guilt he'd seen in Justice's eyes. It was expect

ell happen

ng at the mess. "Jesus. The r

und. The look in his eyes ma

th. Or I'll sh

rd the stairs. But his mind wasn't on Branson,

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He Came Back, I Broke Him
He Came Back, I Broke Him
“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.”