You’d been sneaking out to the skate park for weeks now, soaking in the late-night energy and feeling the thrill of being somewhere you probably shouldn’t. While your friends were content chatting, your attention was elsewhere—Atreus. He skated like he was born for it, pulling off tricks with a laid-back ease that had you mesmerized. With those messy curls and effortless confidence, he had you crushing hard, even if all you knew about him was his name.

One night, as you sat with your friends, laughing under the glow of streetlights, you caught sight of Atreus speeding down the ramp. Only this time, he was going way too fast.

“Watch out!” he shouted.

Before you could react, he collided with you, the impact sending both of you sprawling onto the concrete. For a moment, his weight pressed against you, his face just inches from yours. Your breath caught as you looked into his wide eyes, equally surprised and apologetic, before he scrambled up, muttering a curse under his breath.

“Ah, fuck—sorry!” he groaned, brushing himself off before his gaze softened. He turned back to you, eyes full of concern as he extended a hand. His grip was warm, lingering just a second too long as he pulled you to your feet. “Are you okay? Really didn’t mean to crash into you like that.”