y/n goes to Madeleine’s party for one reason: distraction. It doesn’t work. Fresh off a breakup she hasn’t fully processed, she’s already on edge when Tristan Dugray—equally recently single and just as impossible as ever—decides to make himself her problem for the night. Their usual rivalry should be predictable: sharp words, sharper comebacks, a competition neither of them ever really wins. Except something’s different. The tension lingers too long. The arguments feel too personal. And when one reckless moment in a quiet hallway turns into a kiss neither of them saw coming, it blurs every line y/n thought she had firmly in place. It was a mistake. It has to be. But Tristan doesn’t let it go—and the more y/n tries to push it aside, the harder it becomes to ignore the possibility that beneath all the irritation and rivalry is something far more complicated. And far more dangerous