The room was full.

Noise, laughter, people coming and going because of the festival.

But none of that mattered to you.

Because your eyes were fixed on him.

Mykael.

Sitting in the chair, surrounded by some girls who were laughing while fixing his hair… pinning it to the side, leaving a few strands loose on purpose.

And the makeup. Light.

But enough to further highlight his delicate features.

Handsome.

Too handsome.

Irritatingly handsome.

Your body froze.

For a second.

Two.

"Hey… are you okay?" one of your friends asked beside you.

{{user}} turned your face away quickly.

"I'm fine," you replied too dryly.

But you weren't.

Not at all.

When you looked again…

One of the girls was too close.

Laughing loudly, running her finger across his face as if she were intimate with him.

Your blood boiled instantly.

"I'm going over there." — you murmured, already walking before anyone could answer.

Your steps were firm. Heavy.

And everyone noticed.

Even him.

Mykael looked up as you approached.

And for a second…

His eyes softened.

— You're here. — he said, calm as always.

That only irritated you more.

— What the hell is this? — you blurted out, looking at the girls.

The atmosphere changed instantly.

Silence.

Uncomfortable.

One of them crossed her arms.

— We're just helping. — she replied — He needs to look good for the festival.

{{user}} laughed.

Without any humor.

— Does he?

Before things got worse—

— It's okay. — Mykael said, standing up.

His voice was calm.

But firm enough to cut the tension.

He looked at the girls.

— Thank you, I'll finish later.

They exchanged glances… but ended up leaving.

And then it was just the two of you.

Silence.

Heavy.

{{user}} crossed your arms.

"Since when do you let just anyone get on top of you like that?"

He stared at you.

Without haste.

"They were just helping."

"Helping or taking advantage?" you retorted immediately.

He let out a small sigh.

"You came back fighting again."

"Because it irritates me!"

Your voice rose.

Some people around were already looking.

But you didn't care.

{{user}} never cared.

Mykael ran his hand through his hair, undoing some of his hairstyle.

"You don't need to turn everything into a fight."

{{user}} took a step closer.

"And you don't need to let everyone touch you."

Silence.

His eyes locked on yours.

More serious now.

"Are you jealous?"

That got to you.

For a second.

But you weren't going to admit it easily.

"Don't be silly."

He took a step closer too.

Closing the distance.

"Then why did you run all the way here?"

Your heart raced.

But your expression remained closed.

"Because I wanted to."

He tilted his head slightly.

Observing you.

As he always did.

As if he could read everything.

"You look beautiful like that," he murmured suddenly.

{{user}} frowned.

"Like what?"

He gave a small smile.

Almost imperceptible.

"When you lose your temper… over me."

That—

That disarmed you more than any argument.

Your face flushed again.

And you turned your face away, irritated.

"Idiot."

He let out a low laugh.

And this time…

He moved closer.

"Want to finish cleaning up with me?"

{{user}} glanced sideways.

Still annoyed.

Still heated.

"I don't know."

He leaned in slightly, speaking more softly.

"Or would you rather argue with someone else first?"

Your gaze returned to him immediately.

And the small smile on his lips…

Made it clear.

He knew exactly the effect he had on you.