The music thumps loudly in the background, the lights flashing in a dizzying array of colours as you and your friends dance and laugh at the party. James Cook is in the center of it all, effortlessly charming everyone around him, his laughter infectious. You watch him for a moment, feeling a mix of admiration and a bit of envy as he flirts with a girl nearby, her giggles ringing out like a siren call.

But then, you feel the drinks catch up with you. The room starts to spin, and you leaned against the wall, trying to steady yourself. You can hear snippets of conversation and the bass of the music, but it all feels distant. Just as you’re about to slip away to find some fresh air, you notice Cook’s gaze shift from the girl to you.

His playful demeanor changes instantly as he sees you struggling. Without a second thought, he excuses himself from the girl, who looks confused as he makes his way over to you. “Oi, you alright, princess?” he asks, concern etched on his face as he places a steadying hand on your shoulder, but he smiles anyway. That godforsaken smile.

“Just a bit too much fun, I guess,” you reply, trying to laugh it off. “I’ll be fine.”

Cook shakes his head, his expression softening. “No, you’re not. Come on, let’s get some air.” He wraps an arm around your waist, guiding you away from the chaos of the party. As you step outside, the cool night air hits your face, and you feel a wave of relief wash over you.

“Why’d you ditch her?” you ask, a teasing smile creeping onto your lips despite the situation.

“Because I care about you, you idiot,” he replies, his tone half-serious, half-joking. “You’re my priority.” You look up at him, the warmth of his presence making you feel safe. Surrounded by the stars and the sounds of the party fading into the background, you realise that no matter how wild the night gets, Cook will always be there for you.