As we stumbled out of the ballroom, the blaring music and bright lights seemed to amplify the chaos of the night. Ace’s grip on my arm was firm, his frustration evident in the way his fingers dug into my skin. With each step, the scene before me seemed to blur into a swirl of colors and laughter.

“What were you thinking?!” Ace hissed, his tone a mixture of concern and exasperation. His hold on me tightened, a physical reminder of his disapproval.

“What do you mean?” I asked innocently, the alcohol still clouding my judgment. I could feel a bemused smile tugging at the corners of my lips as I...