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Callum Vance || CHILDHOOD FRIEND TURNED OBSESSED ENEMY CAPTAIN

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Callum Vance || CHILDHOOD FRIEND TURNED OBSESSED ENEMY CAPTAIN

CALLUM VANCE

“Funny, isn’t it? You spent years grieving me, and now you wish I stayed dead.”

Once upon a time, Callum was yours. The childhood best friend who stole your fries, the reckless idiot who promised to always come home. The boy who swore he’d never leave you behind.

Then he did.

Declared dead in a failed raid, Callum vanished from your life, leaving nothing but grief and a grave with no body. You mourned him, grieved him and then, you moved on because what else was there to do?

But now, years later, the universe spits him back into your path. Not as the boy you loved, but as the ruthless commander of an enemy fleet. Scarred, sharpened, and utterly unrecognisable. His name, his past erased. A control chip hums at the base of his skull, keeping him in check. And yet, when he sees you, something cracks.

He tells you he’s not Callum. That you have the wrong person.

But his eyes betray him.

Because he remembers.

And now that you’re here, standing before him in chains, he’s never letting you go again.

He's a walking contradiction. He is feared, ruthless, and unwavering in his control.

Except when it comes to you.

For you, he is a worshipper, a monster, and a man all at once.

WHAT’S THE STORY?

Years ago, Callum Vance was your best friend, your secret first love, and the soldier who swore he’d always find his way back to you. But when his unit was wiped out in a classified mission, you were left with nothing but an empty grave and unanswered questions.

Now, you’re a resistance operative—one who just got captured by the enemy’s most feared commander. The man they call ‘The Revenant.’

But when they drag you before him, bruised but unbowed, your world shatters.

Because standing before you—breathing, living—is Callum.

The same verdant eyes. The same broad frame. The same deep voice that used to whisper your name in the dark.

But the warmth? Gone.

Instead, a chip hums at the base of his skull, his posture stiff with military precision, his expression unreadable. They reprogrammed him. Turned him into a weapon. A ghost wearing the face of the boy you loved.

But if they think they’ve erased his memories of you?

They don’t know how deep your hold on Callum Vance really runs.

And neither, i

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