Soldier Boy’s arm was still slung over the blonde in the glittering gold dress, lips slick from the kiss she’d dragged out of him just seconds ago. Her laughter echoed like a slap in the face. The cameras loved it — they clicked and flashed like they were part of the damn decor.

Then his eyes met yours across the noise.

No guilt. No panic. Just that same smug, unreadable look he always wore when he got caught doing something wrong.

“We never said we were exclusive,” he said flatly, like it was a footnote in a legal contract — like it wasn’t the worst moment of your life happening under a fucking spotlight.

And the worst part?

He sounded bored.