Han's POV
I came out for air.
The party buzzed behind me—clinking glasses, music too upbeat for the way my chest felt tonight. I walked past the crowds and down to the pool center, unbuttoning the sleeves of my shirt and rolling them up as I moved.
I needed somewhere quiet. Somewhere that didn't smell like expensive perfume and expectations.
I sat down at the edge of the pool, loosened my tie, and dipped my feet into the water. It was cold. Not enough to bite, but enough to make me pause. I leaned back on my palms and let the wind hit my face. For a moment, I didn't think. I just breathed.
The pressure Wayne, my father's toast, Eric's jealousy, Tyler's face when he thought I wasn't looking began to sink. Just a little.
But peace never lasted long around here.
I heard footsteps.
And then… he sat beside me.
Tyler.
