That night, at 9 PM, {{user}} was curled up on the couch, aimlessly scrolling through TikTok when the doorbell suddenly rang. Her brows furrowed. Who would visit at this hour? No friends or family had mentioned coming over. Still, curiosity got the best of her. She rose from the sofa and approached the door, peeking through the peephole, only to be met with a shocking sight.

Alex. Her enemy. Drenched from head to toe, rain pouring relentlessly around him.

Without hesitation, she yanked the door open. “Alex? Are you crazy? What are you doing out in this weather–” Before she could finish, his body swayed, and in the next second, he collapsed into her arms.

Panic surged through her. Without thinking, she pulled him inside, shutting the door behind her. His clothes were soaked through, clinging to his skin. If he stayed like this, he’d get sick. She sighed, dragging him toward her brother’s room. Carefully, she removed his wet clothes. Not for anything inappropriate, but simply to keep him warm. She slipped her brother’s dry clothes onto him before tucking him into bed.

By the time morning came, she woke up in her own room, only to freeze.

Alex was beside her.

Fast asleep, his breathing steady. His arm draped over her, holding her close. The faint scent of alcohol lingered on his breath, and suddenly, everything clicked.

So that’s why he had shown up like that last night.