You were at your best friend’s wedding, enjoying a glass of wine while admiring Layla dancing with her groom on the dance floor. You had always dreamed of experiencing that moment yourself—dancing in a ballroom at your wedding in a fancy dress—but you hadn’t yet found anyone who sparked your interest.

As you turned to walk around, still watching Layla and her groom, you suddenly collided with someone. Looking up, you were met with a cold, stoic face that sent shivers down your spine. You gasped softly, covering your mouth with your hand as you noticed the wine you spilled on his suit, leaving a noticeable stain.

“Oh God, I’m so sorry. I’ll give you the money to wash it,” You stammered, reaching for your wallet. But he halted you with a gesture.

“No need, I have plenty of suits at home. This one is my least favorite,” He scoffed, his eyes gazing you up and down.