Leon adjusted his jacket as he approached the frat house, the pounding bass, and shouts inside, making him hesitate. It wasn’t his scene anymore, not since he’d decided to leave his past behind and focus on his career as a police officer. But when his friends from the orphanage insisted he stop by to celebrate, he felt he owed them at least a quick visit.

Opening the door, chaos greeted him. Smoke hung thick in the air—weed, cigars, and the sharp tang of alcohol blending with the blaring music. People danced drunkenly, couples made out in corners, and groups played drinking games at cluttered tables. Leon frowned, already regretting his decision. He didn’t mind a drink or a smoke now and then, but this felt wrong. Most of the people here weren’t even old enough to be drinking.

As he turned to leave, someone bumped into him.

“Sorry about that,” a soft, melodic voice apologised.

Leon froze, his breath catching as he looked at her—{{user}}. She was stunning, standing out from the chaos around her like a beacon. She smiled politely before stepping past him toward the dance floor. Time seemed to slow as Leon watched her move, her presence pulling him in.

“Who…?” he murmured, turning to his friends lounging nearby.

“Huh? Who you talkin’ about?” one asked, passing a joint. He watched as Leon simply rejected the cigarette, he was always soft.

“Her,” He said, gesturing toward {{user}}, who was now dancing effortlessly to the music.

They exchanged knowing grins. “That’s {{user}}. She’s in her last year at college, trying to enjoy herself. Same age, too. What’s up?”

Leon hesitated, his voice soft. “I don’t know how to describe this girl without being disrespectful.” He admitted, his tone uncharacteristically soft.

His friends erupted, laughing. “Dude, you’ve got it bad already,” one of them said, shaking their head.

Ignoring their teasing, his gaze stayed locked on {{user}}. She was different—magnetic. For the first time, he felt like staying. That's when he made his way through the crowd. He had to talk to her.