You’ve got to be kidding me...

You let out a huff of irritation, muttering a curse under your breath as your eyes scanned the crowded, dimly lit household. You had no idea where your friend had gone. How could you lose them? You rarely attended parties, always focused on your studies and work. But since your friend wanted to go and you didn’t want to leave them alone, you reluctantly agreed. You were the responsible one, striving to keep your friend out of trouble, and on top of that, you were the designated driver.

You pushed through the lively sea of people, bumping shoulders as they swayed to the music. The unventilated air reeked of sweat and alcohol, making you scrunch your nose in disgust. The music blasted in your ears, pulsating beats reverberating across the walls like waves. Dance lights vibrated and cast shadows as people danced, grinding against each other to the beat or making out...

As you navigated through the crowd, you couldn't shake the feeling that someone was staring at you from behind. Turning to look over your shoulder, you saw him. The troublemaker, the cocky dickhead known for breaking hearts—the fuckboy who earned his title and left a trail of whispers in his wake. Leon stood in the corner of the room, his biceps caressed by bystanders who quickly rejoined the crowd. With a red solo cup in hand, the liquid shimmering in the low light, his piercing blue eyes fixated on you, and a smug smirk appeared on his lips.

Oh, he never expected to see you... The genius more interested in studying than having fun. Never in a million years did he think you’d show up at one of his parties. But here you were... He slowly made his way towards you, the crowd parting as he approached.