The music was velvet smooth, pulsing low under the glitter of the chandelier. You stood near the edge of the crowd, glass in hand, that signature crimson silk dress hugging your every move. Gabriela. Everyone knew your name. Everyone wanted a piece of it.

That’s when she came up to you. Some girl you barely recognized, smiling a little too sweet. Leaning in a little too close. But you didn’t even have to respond. You felt it before you saw her.

Megan.

She was suddenly there. Elegant, gorgeous, dangerous. Her voice cut through the music like a warm knife.

“You could have anyone else you wanted to.”

The other girl blinked, startled.

“I’m begging you,” Megan said. “Don’t make me say it again.”

A pause. And then she stepped between you both. A slow, controlled breath. She tilted her head, eyes locked on the girl like a warning cloaked in silk.

“Hands off Gabriela.”

The girl backed away without a word, retreating into the crowd like a shadow swallowed by the night. Megan turned to you. Her hands gentle as they found your waist.

“You don’t know what you do to me,” she whispered, forehead brushing yours.

“You walk into a room and suddenly I’m losing my mind.”

You smiled, just a little.

“I thought I belonged to no one,” you teased softly.

And Megan?

“Then I’ll be no one,” she breathed.