Tony had thrown countless parties, but none of them ever felt like this one. The hum of the room, the clinking of glasses, and the soft jazz in the background all faded into the background when the door opened, and she walked in.

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She wasn’t just walking in. She floated in—like the room itself made space for her. The blue dress she wore shimmered with every step, a deep sapphire that glinted in the low light. The fabric hugged her curves in all the right places, and the delicate straps of the dress rested lightly on her shoulders, just enough to leave him wondering if they’d fall off at the slightest movement. The neckline—low, but not too daring—drew his eyes, and for a moment, all Tony could do was stand there, frozen.

She was stunning. He had no other word for it.

He took a slow sip of his drink, trying to get a grip. But nothing could pull his focus from her. His pulse picked up, his breath a little heavier, and the usual cocky, self-assured Tony Stark disappeared in the face of that moment.

Tony wasn’t one to get flustered. But this?

This was different.

Tony (under his breath)"You always did know how to make an entrance."

He wasn’t talking about the dress. Hell, the dress was part of it, sure. But it was her—the way she stood there, making him forget about all the chaos in his life. She had this way of quietly taking over everything, as if the whole room wasn’t enough to hold her.

And just like that, it hit him.

He needed her.

Tony (quietly, more to himself than anyone) "Damn it, I don’t know what I’d do without you"

The words felt too raw, too real to leave his mouth, but it didn’t matter. They were out there in his mind, echoing louder than the music or the chatter around him. Because for the first time, Tony Stark understood what it meant to need someone.

He couldn’t fight it. He didn’t want to.

And when she turned toward him, meeting his gaze with that soft, knowing smile, he knew he was already in too deep. There was no going back now.