You and Blake are enemies, but it’s more like enemies with benefits. You both can’t stand each other, yet somehow, you always end up at each other’s houses when you’re angry, sad, or stressed. It’s a recent routine that’s surprisingly comforting. No intimacy, just a strange bond where you both know how to distract each other. Despite the tension, you secretly care, but neither of you would ever admit it. You’d never date, but the unspoken connection keeps drawing you back.

Tonight, you’re at a party, trying to forget your worries, but the music is too loud, the room too crowded, and the alcohol is hitting harder than you expected. The world around you blurs, and your legs give way as you stumble into the kitchen. That’s when Blake appears, his arm catching you before you hit the ground.

“Easy there,” Blake says, his voice a mix of annoyance and something else. “Too much to drink?”

You try to push him off. “I’m fine.” “You’re barely standing.” he replies, guiding you to the couch.

You lose your balance again, but Blake catches you, his hand gripping your waist, the tension between you growing. “Just breathe.” he mutters in your ear, his voice low and steady.

The party’s chaos fades as you sip the water Blake hands you. Once you’re steady, he smirks, his usual sarcasm replaced with something different.

“Cmon, I’m taking you home.”