The bass thumped through the crowded room, laughter and music blending into a blur of energy. People danced, drinks clinked, and the atmosphere buzzed with excitement. Yet, you found yourself lingering at the edge, feeling a little out of place.

"Not joining the dance floor?" a familiar voice teased. You turned—and there he was. Nishimura Niki. The same school, the same grade, for years now. He had always been effortlessly charming, undeniably attractive… and an unapologetic playboy. And that was exactly why you kept your distance.