I got ready and stepped outside, the cool air brushing against my face.
My suit was sky‑blue, sharp, deliberate.
I didn't choose it for myself.
I chose it because I told her to wear blue.
I stood there, waiting.
Calm on the outside, but inside, restless.
Three years of marriage, three years of silence, clipped words, fights, chaos.
And tonight, I wanted something different.
I wanted the world to see us together.
Not apart.
Not broken.
Together.
So I waited, steady, hands in my pockets, eyes fixed on the door.
Because when Jay walked out in blue, I wanted her to know — this wasn't just about a gala.
It was about us.
She came out.
God, she looked so beautiful.
The blue dress shimmered under the light, sharp, elegant — like it was made just for her.
I couldn't stop staring.
Three years married, and somehow she still managed to catch me off guard.
"Can you stop staring?" she asked, her voice sharp, chaotic, trying to cover the blush creeping onto her cheeks.
I smirked, steady, clipped. "Why would I stop? You're my wife."
Her eyes widened, lips parting, like she didn't expect me to say it so easily.
She turned her head away, muttering something under her breath, but I caught the flush on her face.
And in that moment, I knew — tonight wasn't just about the gala.
It was about showing her, showing everyone that we were together.
Not apart.
Not broken.
Together.
"Let's go," I said, clipped, steady.
She nodded, trailing behind me.
I stepped outside, scanning the line of cars, deciding which one fit the night.
Sky‑blue suit, gala, my wife beside me — it had to be deliberate.
Behind me, her voice cut sharp, annoyed. "Can you actually hurry?"
I smirked, lips twitching.
Even dressed beautifully, even blushing in blue, she was still chaos.
Still loud.
Still Jay.
I turned my head, calm, deliberate. "Patience, Jay. It's not just a drive. Tonight, everyone will see us together."
Her eyes widened, cheeks heating again.
She muttered something under her breath,
but I caught it — the mix of irritation and disbelief.
And I knew I had her cornered. Because for once, she wasn't just annoyed. She was nervous. And that meant she cared.
I started the engine, calm, steady.
Jay shifted in her seat, arms crossed, glaring at me like I'd dragged her into a war.
"You could at least tell me why we're going," she muttered.
I glanced at her, lips twitching. "It's a gala. You're my wife. That's enough reason."
She scoffed, turning her head toward the window. "Three years married and suddenly you remember I exist? What's next, flowers?"
I smirked, clipped. "Don't push it. I'm already wearing blue."
Her head snapped back toward me, eyes narrowing. "You really want us to match? Like some cheesy couple?"
I kept my eyes on the road, voice low, deliberate. "Yes. I want them to see us together."
She froze, cheeks warming, trying to hide it with another scoff. "You're acting weird, Keifer. Smiling, smirking, talking like you care."
I leaned back in my seat, calm. "Maybe I always cared. You just didn't notice."
Her lips parted, but no comeback came.
For once, Jay was quiet.
And that silence told me more than her chaos ever could.
We stepped out of the car, lights flashing, voices murmuring.
I adjusted my sky‑blue suit, calm, and clipped.
Jay walked beside me, her blue dress catching the light.
Every head turned.
I leaned closer, voice low. "They're staring at you."
She scoffed, cheeks already warming. "Obviously. I look better than you."
I smirked, steady. "Good. Let them see. You're mine."
Her eyes widened, lips parting. "Keifer, are you seriously saying that in public?"
I nodded once, deliberate. "Yes. Tonight, they'll know you're my wife."
She blushed, cheeks red against the shimmer of her dress. "What is this gala about?" she asked, suspicious, her voice sharp.
"It's a business gala," I said, clipped, steady.
She groaned, dramatic as ever. "Oh dear god, this is gonna be boring."
I smirked, leaning closer. "Not really. They're doing some activities — best couples, best company, and more."
Her eyes widened, lips twitching. "Best couples? You dragged me here for that?"
I tilted my head, calm, deliberate. "I dragged you here because you're my wife. If they want to call us the best couple, let them."
She scoffed, muttering under her breath, "You're impossible."
I smirked again, voice low. "Impossible to ignore. Especially tonight."
"Keifer, are you okay?" she asked, her hand pressing lightly against my forehead. "Are you sick or something?"
I froze.
For a second, I couldn't move, couldn't breathe.
Because this was the first time she had ever touched me without chaos, without anger, without a fight.
Her hand was warm. Too warm. And it burned through me in a way no insult ever could.
I swallowed, steadying my voice. "I'm fine," I said, clipped, calm. But inside, I wasn't fine. Inside, I was unraveling.
She tilted her head, suspicious, her eyes narrowing.
"Okay"
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Jay‑Jay POV
Then someone called my name. "Jay! Hey!"
I turned around — and froze. It was Cyrus.
What the hell?
Of all people, of all nights, why did my ex have to be here?
I didn't want him here.
Not at this gala.
Not when Keifer was already acting weird, already making me blush, already making me feel things I didn't want to admit.
Cyrus grinned, stepping closer like nothing had changed. "Jay, oh my god. It's been forever."
I stepped back, instinctive, chaotic. Keifer noticed. His eyes sharpened, clipped, locked on Cyrus like he was ready to break him in half.
"Jay, you look beautiful," Cyrus said, ignoring Keifer completely.
Keifer's glare was lethal.
His jaw tightened, fists curling like he was seconds away from throwing a punch.
I grabbed his hand, squeezing hard.
The last thing I wanted was a murder at a business gala.
Then Cyrus leaned closer, smiling too wide. "Jay, would you like to dance with me?"
Before I could answer, Keifer's voice cut through the air — low, deliberate. "Jay babe."
My heart stopped. What the hell? Did he just call me babe?
Cyrus blinked, confused, his smile faltering.
Keifer tilted his head, calm, clipped, smug. "I think you forgot to introduce him to me."