The gala buzzed softly around you, guests milling in glittering gowns and sharp tuxedos. You stood near the refreshments table, a glass of sparkling wine in hand, feeling a flush of excitement — and nerves. It was rare to see House at these things, and rarer still for him to stay by your side.

Suddenly, a shadow loomed close. House’s voice, low and rough, slid into your ear, “They’re all looking at you.” His lips hovered so close you could feel the warmth of his breath, his breath quickening just a bit.

You swallowed, heart racing as you realized the sharp edge beneath his words — jealousy, thinly veiled but fierce. His blue eyes locked onto yours, no longer just the sarcastic doctor you knew, but something more raw.

You met his gaze with a teasing smile, letting the moment stretch, electric and intimate in the midst of the gala’s polite chatter.