The music thumped through the beachfront mansion, the crowd buzzing with energy. Rafe Cameron leaned against the kitchen counter, scanning the room with detached boredom. Then he saw you.

You were in your element—laughing, glitter catching the light, a drink in hand as you danced with effortless confidence. The crowd gravitated toward you, your energy contagious.

“Rafe Cameron,” you said, catching him watching. “Finally decided to join the fun?”

He smirked. “Didn’t know I was missing much.”

“You always think you’re above it, don’t you?” you teased, stepping closer.

“And you don’t?”

“Not tonight,” you said, tipping your glass to your lips. “What’s the point of having it all if you don’t enjoy it?”

Rafe stared at you, intrigued by your carefree defiance. When you turned toward the bar, you glanced back with a sly grin.

“Coming, or are you just going to brood all night?”

For once, Rafe followed without hesitation, drawn into your orbit.