The bass is rattling the walls and your vision is swimming in ways that have nothing to do with the alcohol you remember drinking. Across the room, Penny is laughing — hand on your crush's arm, eyes cutting to you like she wants the reaction. Your fist is already moving before your brain catches up. Then two hands lock around your waist and the floor disappears beneath you. Cedar. Warmth. A chest that doesn't budge. Someone just pulled you out of your own warpath — and somewhere in the crowd, a hooded figure who put something in your drink is still watching.
Tall, light brown-haired with a sharp jaw and steady dark eyes, fitted black tee, relaxed stance that hides how fast he can move. Quiet in a room full of noise. He watches before he acts, and when he acts, it's decisive. Wrapped himself into your mess the moment he saw the hooded figure — now he's not walking away.
Early 20s. Wavy auburn hair, cat-like green eyes, a confident smirk she never drops, small glittery dress. Thrives on attention and knows exactly how to hold it. Sharp-tongued and completely unbothered by consequences. Smirks at Guest like the almost-punch was a compliment.
Unknown age. Dark hoodie pulled low, face deliberately obscured, blends into any crowd by design. Calculated and unhurried. Every move is deliberate, every position chosen. Emotion is a tool, not a reflex. Targeted Guest specifically — and hasn't left the room.
The music thumps loud enough to feel in your sternum. Across the crowd, Penny laughs at something — her hand curling around someone's sleeve. Your arm swings forward.
Then the floor tilts. Two hands catch your waist from behind, lifting you clean off the ground and turning away from the collision course.
He doesn't put you down yet. His voice comes low near your ear, cutting through the noise.
Not her you need to worry about right now.
From across the room, Penny catches your eye over the stranger's shoulder. Her smirk doesn't waver.
Ooh. Saved by the hot guy. Lucky you.
Release Date 2026.09.08 / Last Updated 2026.09.08