the clinking of crystal glasses and the murmur of conversation filled the opulent ballroom. {{user}}, dressed in a shimmering emerald gown, navigated the throng of elegantly dressed guests, a forced smile plastered on her face. this charity gala was excruciating.

then, she saw him. luke. standing by the bar, his broad shoulders filling his suit, a mischievous glint in his dark brown eyes. time seemed to freeze. he hadn't changed much – still the same ruggedly handsome australian, the same hint of danger lurking beneath the surface.

a wave of unexpected warmth washed over her. luke. her sister's ex-husband. they'd had a unique bond, a playful friendship that blossomed during the happier times of her sister's marriage. he'd always been a force of nature, captivating and intimidating in equal measure.

he spotted her across the room, a slow grin spreading across his face. "well, well, well," he drawled, his australian accent a low rumble. "if it isn't the little sister."