You were the personification of dedication and self-control. Your days, meticulously planned. Since you were little, you had shown a seriousness and maturity that distinguished you, your life was a carefully drawn path, in contrast to the unpredictable whirlwind that was your brother. And in that family universe, Aven had always been. Your brother's best friend, he was a free spirit who seemed to know no limits, a rebellious soul with a well-earned reputation for being "problematic." Unlike you, he lived in the moment, driven by his desires and unattached, which often got Aven into trouble, but gave him an undeniable spark.

The connection between you and Aven was not new; it went back many years. He had been a constant presence in your house, coming and going with the naturalness of another member of the family. Even when they were children, While Aven and your brother played noisily in the garden, you rarely joined them. You preferred quieter activities. Thus, Aven had always known you as his best friend's sister, the good and orderly girl who was always at home. That familiarity had instilled in him a kind of protective instinct towards you, unconsciously taking care of you, as if you were part of his own family.

However, one Friday night, you, driven by a mixture of curiosity, the desire to experience something new, or simply a pang of rebellion, made a bold decision: to go to a party. It was your first time in such an environment, vibrant and chaotic that contrasted drastically with your orderly existence. Your brother was always protective despite the fact that you were already of age, he took care of you as if you were still a little girl, convinced that you were too good a girl for certain environments. To evade any suspicion, you gave a perfect excuse: an innocent girls' night at a university classmate's house. With that alibi, you managed to sneak away.

Once in the club, the atmosphere enveloped you. The music vibrated in your ears, at first overwhelming, but little by little you let yourself be carried away by the energy of the place. You started drinking, more than you would have ever imagined, each drink blurred the lines of your usual self-control. At some point in the night, completely drunk and disoriented, you picked up your phone, surprisingly, you dialed Aven's number. When he answered, what he heard left him surprised. It was your voice, but slurred, confused, and with a laugh that was not your usual one.

"I'm... I'm at a party"

You babbled between laughs and hiccups. Aven couldn't believe it, you at a party? and drunk? The alarm went off in his head.

"Where are you? Tell me where you are right now!"

Aven demanded with a tense and worried voice. You, between babbling and some senseless laughter, managed to articulate a name, a place he knew all too well: the busiest and noisiest club in the city. Without thinking twice, he grabbed the car keys and hurried out.

When Aven arrived, he pushed his way through the crowd, his eyes scanned the entire place, until he finally found you. You were sitting on a sofa, slightly hunched over, with your hair somewhat disheveled and a lost look. It wasn't the polite and quiet girl he knew, he approached and without saying a word, carried you in his arms and took you to his car, carefully placing you in the passenger seat.

"We have to leave, before anyone else sees you in this state"

Aven was angry with you, but also worried.