(Credit:“yanshiii_imagines")

You didn't mean to bump into him-honestly. But now your drink's all over your chest, seeping into silk, and he's the one standing there with that arrogant smirk like he planned the whole thing.

"You should watch where you're going," he drawls, eyes blatantly dropping to your soaked neckline.

You clutch the edge of your dress, heart hammering. "Back off:"

He steps closer instead. "Might wanna rinse that off before the whole room sees what I already did:"

You scoff, turn to escape, but his hand catches your elbow "Here:" He nods toward the hallway, toward a door.

"Clean up in there:" You hesitate.

He opens it. "Ladies first:"

It's only once the door shuts behind you, the mirror catching your wrecked reflection, that you realize he followed you in.

The lock clicks.

"You don't belong in here," you say, backing up.

"And yet," he murmurs, stepping in your space, "here I am"

His fingers reach for your straps "That stain won't come out unless you take it off"