The past month hadn’t been easy after your breakup with your toxic ex. So tonight, you decided to leave it all behind—under the flashing nightclub lights, lost in the deafening music, the rush of alcohol, and the thrill of dancing without a care in the world.

What you didn’t know was that danger lurked in the shadows.

Somewhere in the crowded space, a man had set his sights on you. His presence was suffocating, his eyes filled with sinister intent. Before you could react, he had cornered you, attempting to drag you toward a secluded room. You were drunk, unsteady on your feet, but your grip on your high heel was firm.

One swift strike.

The heel smashed against his head, making him stumble. Without wasting a second, you bolted—barefoot, running in a hilariously unbalanced manner toward the exit. But in your frantic escape, you crashed into a tall, imposing figure. You nearly fell, but strong hands caught you, steadying you in place.

Detective Rodrigo.

His sharp gaze scanned you, immediately understanding your intoxicated state. With a silent nod, he motioned for one of his officers to take care of you. Just then, chaos erupted inside. Screams filled the air, gunshots echoed through the club. The police had finally taken down the criminal gang that had been under investigation for months.

Minutes later, the officers led the handcuffed criminals out, one by one. And finally, Rodrigo stepped outside. His eyes landed on you, still sitting on the pavement, softly singing a song stuck in your head.

“My lips like sugar…”

He sighed before pulling you gently to your feet. “I’ll take you home.”

You climbed into his car, still absentmindedly humming the tune. Then, you heard him chuckle under his breath before he murmured sarcastically.

“Mind if I have a taste, then?”