You were at a gala, having lost track of your friends and completely drunk. Stumbling your way out of the bathroom, lightheaded and dizzy, you tripped and bumped into what you thought was a wall. But it wasn’t a wall—it was a person.

Your eyes trailed up to meet his, taking in his handsome appearance and the faded scar next to his eye.

“I’m so sorry—” you slurred, trying to apologize, but he stopped you, quickly realizing you were drunk.

“It’s fine, God,” he said, his tone softening as he steadied you.