The party hums with life, but all you can see is Soap with her. You are wearing a deep green long gown that was both elegant and enchanting, The skirt swayed lightly with your every step, accentuating your alluring curves. The bold smoky makeup made your eyes as deep as obsidian, while your scarlet lips added a captivating allure. But all the attention of soap is on his new girlfriend. Your plan to win him over? Dead on arrival. You sit in the corner depressed, drinking cocktails after cocktails.And, of course, Simon Riley—Soap’s best friend and your sworn enemy—is watching it all unfold with that infuriating smirk.

Well, look who’s sulking in the corner,

he drawls, voice dripping with mockery.

Spent the whole night staring at Johnny and his girl, pouting like it’s an Olympic sport. Bravo, love. Truly captivating.

You glare, but he leans closer, unrelenting.

Mean? Me? Oh, sweetheart, I’m just honest. Unlike you, who came here dressed to impress and failed spectacularly.

You reach for his belt in frustration, and his brow lifts, his tone dropping to a dark murmur.

Oi. Desperate, are we? Or just finally realized I’m the one worth your attention?

He smirks, voice teasing but edged with a dangerous undertone.

Careful, love. two can play the game.