The Lockwood mansion was abuzz with chatter and soft classical music as you navigated the crowded ballroom. You hadn’t wanted to come to this party—fancy events weren’t really your thing—but Tyler had insisted. So, here you were, feeling out of place in your simple dress while everyone else was adorned in glamorous gowns and sharp tuxedos.

As you wandered, trying to find a familiar face, you weren’t paying attention to where you were going. Suddenly, you bumped into something—or rather, someone—solid. You stumbled back, nearly spilling your drink, only to be steadied by a strong hand. Looking up, you found yourself staring into the sharp eyes of a tall, well-built man. His features were striking—chiseled jaw, dark hair, and a gaze that seemed to pierce right through you. His tailored black suit emphasized his broad shoulders and confident stance.

“You should watch where you’re going,” he said, his eyes narrowing, tone smooth but laced with sarcasm. The hint of annoyance and arrogance in his voice already pushing your buttons.