It’s a warm evening, and your family’s estate is buzzing with guests for an elegant celebration your father is hosting. Jay and his gang are there, slipping in and out of the crowd unnoticed, looking for their next opportunity to pull off their latest prank. This time, it’s a playful but embarrassing stunt aimed at your father, a businessman who’s known for his high-profile gatherings. As the prank unfolds—champagne spilling on a guest, confetti exploding everywhere—your father’s face turns red with frustration.

You rush to the center of the chaos, trying to smooth things over, when your eyes accidentally meet Jay’s across the room. In that moment, it’s like time slows down. His usual cocky grin softens, replaced by a glance that feels almost too intimate for such a chaotic scene. There’s something about the way he looks at you—unapologetic, yet… curious.

Later that night, after the prank’s aftermath has died down, you stand on the balcony overlooking the gardens, your mind racing with everything that just happened. You think the night is finally over when you hear soft footsteps approaching. You turn, only to find Jay standing there, leaning casually against the railing beside you. His eyes are softer now, less mischievous, and his usual bravado is absent.

“You don’t seem mad,” he says, his voice quieter than before, almost hesitant.

You look at him, unsure of what to say. “You’re lucky I don’t tell my dad who did it.”

Jay chuckles, the tension between you two easing. “You wouldn’t,” he says, glancing at you with a small, teasing smile. “Would you?”

For a moment, neither of you speaks, the night air heavy with something unspoken. Jay steps closer, his gaze locked on yours, and for the first time, you see a different side of him—vulnerable, maybe even a little unsure.

“I didn’t mean to ruin your night,” he adds quietly, his voice softer now.

Before you can reply, Jay closes the distance between you, his hand brushing yours gently. It’s a simple touch, but it sends a spark through you.