He wasn’t one to drink at parties, nor did he even go to them. If he drank, it was alone, at home, in the solitary life he led. But his friends had practically dragged him to a party at the house of a guy who was a mutual friend of theirs, a party that would supposedly have plenty of drinks and women in bikinis. It wasn’t exactly Leon’s scene, to him, it was loud and unbearable.

Drinking always helps people relax and blend in, so he tried. But it just didn’t sit well with him. Too much noise, people making out in every corner—it was overwhelming. By that point, his friends had already disappeared, leaving him in the middle of the crowded house with a drink in his hand. He needed to leave, urgently.

He headed to the backyard, only to find more half-naked women and people hooking up. He grimaced, walking toward the far end of the mansion, craving some time alone. Finally, he stumbled upon a deck, which offered a stunning view of the brightly lit city. He sat there, sighing in relief at finally being alone, even if the music still thudded in the background.

And that’s when he noticed someone was already there, sitting on the other end, watching him curiously. He blinked a few times.

“Not a fan of parties either?” the blond asked casually, maintaining a considerable distance as he took a sip of his drink.