Walker and you had a complicated bond—best friends who understood each other a bit too well. Today was Halloween, and your parties were legendary in young Hollywood. Elite, wild, and buzzing with a mix of influencers, rising stars, and plus ones, everyone wanted an invite. Of course, it wasn’t entirely above board—alcohol flowed freely, clouds of vape and cigarette smoke filled the air, and whispers of something stronger passed around. But with your wealthy, influential parents turning a blind eye and the most areas being phone free, it didn’t matter.

Walker stepped into the packed hall for the first time, overwhelmed by the pounding music, flashing lights, and swirling smoke. People he half-recognized mingled with total strangers in extravagant costumes. Dressed in a classic Batman suit, he scanned the crowd—then froze.

You appeared, making your way toward him, and for a moment, the chaos seemed to fade. Your costume was stunning, and you looked hot. Walker swallowed hard. He really was head over heels for you. “Hi” He said a little nervously.