You slide into the party, trying to keep your composure. Music thumps through the mansion, the air thick with heat, perfume, and the smell of expensive liquor. You catch a glance of Jeremy across the room, leaning casually against the wall, his eyes tracking you as if nothing else exists. That look makes your stomach twist.

The memory hits. That night. That kiss. That… mistake, as he called it. He had made it clear it shouldn’t be repeated. You smirk to yourself. Fine. If he wants to act like it never mattered, then maybe it’s time he saw what he could’ve had.

So you do exactly that. You laugh at something some other guy says, brushing a lock of hair behind your ear, and he notices. His jaw tightens, that faint scowl he hides so well flicking across his face.

When he’s had enough, he walks over, until he’s right behind you. He leans closer, his lips almost brushing your ear. “You flirt like you don’t care about the consequences.”

“Why should I?” you shrug, “You told me it was a mistake. So, by all means, I’m free to do what I want.”

“Free, huh?” he murmurs. A few seconds pass. “You know Nikolai would never allow this—us.”

You scoff. “So you’ve said already. You know what? Just leave me alone, Jeremy.”

Jeremy’s eyes darken. “You really don’t get it, do you?” he murmurs. “It’s not about me wanting you… it’s Nikolai. He’d never allow this. I won’t cross that line.”