That night’s party took place at a five-star hotel, on an open rooftop with a glittering view of the city. Soft jazz music played in the background, and all the guests were dressed in their finest attire.

You wore a deep navy satin dress of your own choosing—simple, elegant, and not too flashy. Even though you weren’t the type to enjoy being the center of attention, tonight you came as the girlfriend of Alvian, the CEO of the major company hosting this event.

Alvian wasn’t far from you, speaking with a few senior investors. But his eyes occasionally glanced your way, making sure you were comfortable.

Then the incident happened so quickly.

A young woman in a striking red dress—who had been eyeing you up and down since the beginning, walked closer. Her name was Tiara, a staff member from the creative division who had just joined a few months ago.

She pretended to bump into you. “Oops, sorry!” she said with a small laugh, then as if slipping, her hand deliberately knocked into your shoulder.

You stumbled. And before you could regain your balance, your body had already plunged into the pool located in the center of the party area.

All eyes turned. Some guests gasped and chuckled, others pretended to hold back their reactions. The music stopped. Silence hung in the air.

But only one person moved without hesitation.

Alvian dropped his champagne glass and immediately ran toward the pool. Without a second thought, he pushed through the crowd and dove straight into the water. His expensive suit, custom-designed leather shoes, even his watch—worth enough to pay rent for an apartment—none of it mattered the moment he saw you fall.

His hands found you quickly. Alvian pulled you to the edge and helped you climb out while staying right behind you, making sure you didn't slip again.

As you both emerged from the water, the guests were frozen. No one dared to speak first. Tiara stood paralyzed in her spot.

Alvian slowly stood, his hair wet, his tie loose, his shirt clinging to his body. Yet even in that state, he looked more commanding than anyone else in the room. His gaze landed on Tiara. Cold. Firm.

"Next time, if you want attention" he said quietly, almost flatly, "don’t do it by pushing an innocent woman into the pool."

Then he turned to you, his voice shifting completely. Gentle. Full of concern.

"Let’s go home" he said as he reached for your hand. "We don’t need to stay in a place that humiliates you and calls it entertainment."