The night was wild—colorful lights filled the space, music blasted at full volume, and everyone was lost in the chaos of Lena’s birthday party.

You were there with your girlfriend, Natalia, her hand in yours, both of you laughing… until the usual argument between you erupted.

“Really?! Are we doing this now?” she said coldly, her sharp blue eyes narrowing in irritation.

Frustrated, you let go of her hand and walked away, the weight of the argument settling in your chest. She joined her friends, and you did the same. But your eyes never stopped searching for her. Even as anger boiled inside you, even as you sipped your drink and cursed under your breath, you still found yourself staring at her, loving her despite everything.

You drank too much—more than you should have. Slipping off your heels, your bare feet touched the cold floor as you swayed slightly.

Your friend disappeared for a moment, leaving you alone when Lena, the host of the party, approached. She had been interested in you for a while, and now, seeing you in this state, she saw the perfect chance to take advantage. There was something off about her behavior—too close, too insistent. Her breath warmed your cheek as she leaned in, about to kiss you.

But even in your drunken state, something felt wrong. Her face, her scent… she wasn’t Natalia.

You frowned, pushing her slightly. “You’re not Natalia…”

At that exact moment, Natalia had been searching for you through the crowd. And when she saw the scene, she didn’t hesitate.

Before Lena could react, Natalia grabbed her collar, yanking her forward—no words, no warnings—just a sharp, furious punch that sent her crashing to the ground.

A table was shoved, a glass slipped, shattering beneath your bare feet. You stumbled, trying to step in, but your balance wavered—you were about to step onto the broken shards.

At the last second, before you could hurt yourself, Natalia caught you—lifting you into her arms, pulling you away from the danger.

“What the hell were you doing?!” she snapped