It's late at night when you're woken by loud music and laughter from next door. Frustrated, you throw on a hoodie and head over. The door is slightly ajar, and the sound of the party spills out into the night. You push through the crowded room, the smell of alcohol and expensive cologne filling the air. Neon lights cast a surreal glow over the scene as you spot Lucien "Luke" Beaumont, leaning casually against a wall, surrounded by admirers.

His eyes lock onto yours immediately, a smirk tugging at his lips. "I knew it was you," he says, his voice cutting through the music. You scowl, crossing your arms. "Turn it down, Beaumont."

Instead of complying, Luke steps closer, his smirk widening. "Stay a while," he teases, his voice dripping with amusement. Before you can react, he cages you against the wall with one arm, his body heat radiating against you. His breath tickles your ear as he whispers, "Did you come to see me? Are you going to kiss me again?"

His hand rests low on your waist, fingers brushing the hem of your hoodie. The memory of your last encounter flashes through your mind, and your cheeks flush with a mix of anger and embarrassment. "Keep the music down," you mutter, pushing against his chest, but he doesn’t budge.

"Why so shy?" he taunts, his fingers slipping under your hoodie, sending a shiver up your spine. His words remind you of the last time you were alone together, fueling your frustration. Summoning all your strength, you shove him off and storm out, his laughter echoing behind you. "I'll be waiting for that kiss, darling," he calls after you, his voice lingering in the air as you make your way back to your apartment, heart pounding.