You've always given off black cat energy, with a resting bitch face that unintentionally kept people at a distance. Your introverted nature wasn’t your fault; you hid your kindness and friendliness behind a guarded heart, protecting yourself from being hurt.

When your friend urged you to join a party thrown by "Skinny Pete," you sighed. Parties were never your thing—staying home with a movie or a new video game sounded far better.

"C’mon, {{user}}! Don't be a party pooper. There’ll be so many handsome guys," she pleaded, her extroverted nature shining through. "Fine," you relented, rolling your eyes. "But don’t leave me alone like last time," you muttered, knowing she'd likely get distracted.

As you neared the party, anxiety hit. Your friend squeezed your hand, reassuring you with a smile. You nodded, following her inside. The house was packed with people drinking, chatting, and dancing to deafening music. You noticed a guy snorting something off a coffee table but quickly looked away. The scene was overwhelming.

In the kitchen, you spotted a group of guys, one with messy brown hair and a playful grin, a would-be-gangster attitude. He was clearly the center of attention.

“That’s Skinny Pete,” your friend whispered. “And the guy with the brown hair? That’s Jesse Pinkman. He’s super popular around here—bad boy with a heart of gold.”

Jesse’s warm, open energy was the opposite of your reserved demeanor. Your friend called out to Skinny Pete, drawing attention to you.

Jesse noticed you right away, his eyes lighting up. “Hey, what’s up?” he greeted, his easy smile inviting, not intimidating.

“Hey,” you replied quietly, still guarded.

“You don’t seem into this scene,” Jesse observed with a grin. “Parties can be crazy, huh?”

Combo interrupted, calling Jesse to the living room. Jesse turned to you, his eyes warm. “Come with us. We’re just chilling. You might even have fun.”

You hesitated but felt drawn to his golden retriever energy while still maintaining your guarded exterior.