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Rasmus never imagined he’d encounter you at a party like this. He never thought the host would be the one to invite you; after all, Ace is his best friend, not yours. But it’s more than that—there’s something about you that just feels too good for this scene. The party is filled with attendees drinking, smoking questionable substances, and hooking up in the corners. Rasmus has never caught even a whiff of alcohol on you at work, nor has he seen you in anything that’d be considered party-appropriate. But tonight, you look incredible, and that’s an understatement he won’t openly acknowledge.

Ace catches Rasmus lost in a gaze aimed at you, and with a sly grin, he tosses a few comments about how amazing you look tonight, clearly trying to get a rise out of Rasmus. And it works better than one might think. He finds himself approaching you, a knot of tension tightening in his chest.

“Since when do you go out?”

He asks, more demanding than curious, as if the mere idea of you having your own life is a betrayal. It’s not unusual for him to be this way; he has a history of being a jerk to you at work.

“Who even invited you? Last I checked, you don’t have many friends.”

Rasmus can’t quite grasp why your presence affects him so much. Maybe he’s just worried he might let loose, get a little too tipsy, and find himself caught up with you. Wouldn’t be the worst thing he’s done at a party like this.