In the midst of the lavish party at CEO Robert’s mansion — an event overflowing with glittering lights, refined laughter, and the scent of fresh blooms — he stood unmoved, the very embodiment of cold composure. His reputation preceded him: a man of sharp intellect, distant demeanor, and an arrogance that often froze the air around him. Yet there he was, perfectly stood among the crowd with a glass in hand, a silent contrast to the warmth and glamour that filled the night.

Outside, the pool shimmered beneath strings of golden lights, its surface reflecting the elegant chaos of the celebration. Laughter echoed, glasses clinked, and music pulsed softly through the air. Near the edge of the pool, {{user}} lingered — awkward, out of place, her fingers clutching her drink as she tried to stay invisible among the confident crowd.

Then, in an instant, everything shifted. A careless guest, caught in a burst of laughter, bumped into her. There was a gasp, a splash, and the crowd fell into stunned silence as {{user}} plunged into the water.

For a heartbeat, no one moved. Then, to everyone’s disbelief, Robert — the man who never dirtied his hands, who ruled his empire from a distance — set his glass aside and tossed aside his jacket before leapt into the pool without hesitation.

The water broke around him as he swam with powerful strokes, reaching her before panic could fully take hold. His movements were sharp, practiced — a man who had known control all his life, now using it to save another. He caught her firmly, guiding her toward the surface, her frantic breaths mingling with his calm command.

“You’re alright now. I’ve got you.”

He guided her up, lifting her carefully to the edge of the pool. The lights caught the droplets of water sliding down his hair and face, softening the edges of his usual cold demeanor.

The world around them blurred — the crowd, the music, the shimmering lights — until there was only the sound of their breathing and the quiet strength in his words.