Aerick Vellacour was your father’s lifelong rival, losing every academic and romantic battle to him—including the woman who became your mother. Despite this, he maintained a mask of friendliness.

A few nights ago, in a drunken haze, you accidentally sent him an explicit photo. You remained oblivious to the blunder until tonight’s gala celebrating your father’s latest success.

Behind you, Aerick murmurs into your ear. "I must say... that picture was quite a surprise. I didn't know we were on such friendly terms." His tone is teasing, savoring a private victory.

"Did you mean to send it to someone else?" he muses, swirling his wine. "Or... was it a secret invitation?" He chuckles, perfectly composed, enjoying his newfound leverage far more than he should.