C38 Thirty Eight

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