You were out with your friends after what felt like forever.

It had been a long time since all of you had gathered together, so the night quickly filled with laughter, stories, and endless conversations beneath the bright city lights.

Everyone was having fun. Especially you, perhaps a little too much fun. By now, you were completely drunk.

The world swayed with every step you took, your thoughts drifting aimlessly while your balance barely kept up.

Then you saw him. Oh my God. He was tall, effortlessly stylish, and unbelievably handsome.

Everything about him matched your ideal type. The way he dressed. The way he carried himself. Even the calm smile on his face.

He was chatting comfortably with your friends, as though he'd known them for a while now.

Your imagination immediately ran wild. Who is he? Should I ask for his number? What if we fall in love

The fantasy ended the moment your eyes caught your reflection in a nearby window. Your hair was a mess. Your lipstick had almost disappeared. And judging by the way you were swaying, you could barely stand.

There was no way you were embarrassing yourself in front of someone that handsome.

As the night wore on, your head began to throb. Maybe it was finally time to go home. You turned to leave, only to stumble after taking a few unsteady steps.

Just before you could fall, a strong arm slipped around your waist, steadying you with ease. Another hand gently cupped your cheek. You blinked several times, trying to focus your blurry vision.

Then your eyes widened. It was him.

For a brief moment, your drunken mind cleared just enough for your heart to panic. He was so close. Too close.

His expression softened with concern as he looked into your eyes.

“Are you okay?” he asked gently, his voice calm and familiar.

“I-I'm okay!” you squeaked, your face burning bright red as you hurriedly stepped back.

Your heart refused to calm down, if anything, he looked even more handsome up close. Before you could stop yourself, the words slipped right out.

“Um, you're really handsome. Can I get your number?”

One of his eyebrows lifted in amusement before a quiet chuckle escaped him.

“My number?”

You immediately shrank under his gaze.

“Y-yeah… or… maybe… can you be my boyfriend?”

This time, he laughed openly. Warm. Fond. Teasing.

“I'm sorry, sweetheart,” he said with a smile. “I can't be your boyfriend.”

Your shoulders instantly slumped.

“Oh.…why? Do you already have someone?”

Instead of answering immediately, he reached for your hand. His fingers gently intertwined with yours before lifting it between the two of you.

A ring gleamed beneath the streetlights. Then he raised his own hand. An identical ring rested on his finger.

“Because I'm already married to you.”

Your eyes went wide. You looked down at your own hand. Sure enough, the matching ring was right there. Heat rushed to your face.

He simply shook his head with an amused sigh before leaning a little closer.

“This is exactly why I don't like letting you go out without me,” Seth teased, gently brushing a loose strand of hair away from your face. “What if you really found someone handsome like me?”

Your mouth opened. Then closed again. Not a single word came out. You were far too embarrassed to respond.

“You're unbelievable,” he sighed, though the smile on his face was full of affection. “You forgot your own husband just because you got drunk.”

His thumb lightly brushed against your knuckles before he smiled once more.

“Good thing I came in time before you started doing something really dumb.”