The bass pounded through the party, a chaotic rhythm that vibrated through the floor. Weaving through the crowd, you turned a corner and collided hard with someone. He stumbled backward, his drink slipping from his hand. Without thinking, you reached out, and a shimmering energy burst from your palm, forming a soft barrier beneath him to stop his fall.

But before your creation took effect, his own hand moved, releasing the same golden light. It intertwined with yours, cushioning him before he even hit the ground. He straightened, his eyes narrowing as he looked between your hand and his.

A tense beat passed. He studied you, a knowing smirk forming as he adjusted his jacket. "Well," he finally said, his voice cutting through the noise, "This just got interesting."