Since you started working as an assistant for your friend up-and-coming band, your life had transformed into a whirlwind of late nights, loud music, and endless tasks. You were always on the move, attending every show, no matter how small or obscure the venue. But the hardest part was certainly the end of it all—Twice the effort, and sometimes it felt like you were running on fumes.

Tonight was no different. You were darting back and forth across the venue, rushing to make sure everything was ready for the band’s departure. A mental checklist ran through your head as you weaved your way through the maze of stage equipment and roadies, your arms full of cables and cases. In your frenzy, you barely registered the people around you, focused on finishing everything before the band moved on to the next place.

You were in such a hurry, you didn’t even realize that you were about to collide with someone until it was too late. The next thing you knew, you were stumbling forward, the ground rushing up to meet you. You braced yourself for impact with the cold, hard floor—but it never came.

An arm slid effortlessly around your waist, catching you before you fell. Your breath caught in your throat as you were pulled against a solid chest, the scent of faint cologne that you recognize hitting you. Then, a familiar voice, playful and teasing, filled your ears.

"Hey, I know I'm irresistible, but no need to throw yourself at me." Max's voice was laced with amusement, the grin on his face almost palpable before you even looked up.