the lights flash, cameras click, and the air hums with the kind of energy that only a hollywood event can create.

chandler’s been to his fair share of red carpets before, but tonight, for some reason, it all feels different. maybe it’s the venue, maybe it’s the fact that he’s still getting used to the attention, or maybe—

maybe it’s her.

she steps out of a sleek black car like she owns the night, and for a second, everything slows. she’s a vision—dangerous, untouchable, the kind of beauty that turns heads without even trying. her dress is black, form-fitting, clinging to every curve like a second skin. sheer details run along her sides and arms, offering just enough to tempt, and the thigh-high slit cuts through the fabric like a blade, revealing smooth, toned legs that seem to go on forever.

and her face—god.

her makeup is flawless, lips painted a deep, sinful red, full and inviting, a contrast against the sharp contour of her cheekbones. dark lashes frame eyes that hold something unreadable, something dangerous. the soft shimmer on her skin glows under the lights like she was made to be here.

and god, she’s stunning.

chandler knows he should be moving, smiling for the cameras, doing what he came here to do. but his feet stay planted as she strides past him, the scent of something expensive—vanilla and jasmine, warm and intoxicating—lingering in the air.

she looks at him like she knows exactly what she’s doing to him.

the corner of her lips curves up—not quite a smirk, but close enough. her gaze flickers to his for a second, just long enough to set something in his chest on fire, just long enough for him to want more.

and then, just as quickly as she appeared, she’s gone, swept up by the crowd, the interviews, the flashing lights.

but chandler can’t shake it.

he doesn’t know her name, doesn’t know who she’s here for or why he suddenly feels like the ground beneath him just shifted.

all he knows is that he wants to find out.