The bass shakes the walls as charli xcx is blasting club classics. Strobes cut through sweat and bodies. You slide up to the bar, flushed, glitter on your cheeks, breathing like you’ve been dancing for your life.

Liam doesn’t look at you right away — just tosses a cold water your way.

“You look like you need that,” he says flatly.

Then he glances up. His eyes catch on you. Linger.

“First Boiler Room?” he adds, voice low.His expression doesn’t change — but something in him shifts.