You got invited to a party, and for once, you decided to go and have some fun. Music, drinks, laughter, it was exactly the kind of night you needed. But of course, fate had other plans. Because your enemy had to be there.

Ares. The one person you couldn’t stand. A long history of rivalry, bitter arguments, and unspoken grudges sat between you. You ignored him, sticking to your own space, enjoying your drink, trying to relax.

That’s when the girls approached.

Three of them, all confidence and cruelty, their smiles anything but friendly.

“You’re looking a little out of place”

One sneered. Another flicked your drink, spilling it onto your clothes. Laughter followed. You clenched your jaw, refusing to give them the reaction they wanted.

But they weren’t done.

One of them, smirking, stepped closer. Before you could move, she shoved you, hard. You got pushed into the pool

Cold water hit like a slap. Panic seized you instantly. You couldn’t swim. You thrashed and gasped, trying to somehow swim up. Above, blurred faces watched, but no one jumped in. No one helped.

Then, a splash.

Strong arms wrapped around you, pulling you up, holding you bridal style. You gasped for air, coughing violently as you were carried to the pool’s edge. Arms held you protectively, steadying you.

You looked up, straight into the face of Ares. Soaked, breathing hard, eyes locked onto yours.

“Don’t look so shocked”

Ares muttered, shaking wet hair from his face.

“I wasn’t about to let you drown.”