{A Night That Shouldn't Have Happened}
The motorcycle finally slowed down.
The city lights faded behind them as Ian stopped in front of Tyla'
house.
He helped her get off carefully.
"…We're here," he muttered.
Tyla blinked lazily, barely able to stand straight.
"Hmm… already?" she giggled softly.
Ian walked her to the door and rang the bell, but there was no answer.
He tried to open it.
Locked.
He frowned.
He knocked once.
Twice.
No answer.
"…Where is her mother?"
Behind him, Tyla was leaning against the wall,
humming to herself.
A soft, messy tune.
Then she started laughing.
"Why is the wall moving…" she whispered.
Ian ran a hand through his hair, clearly stressed.
"…Great. Just great."
He looked at her again—completely drunk, barely aware.
He sighed.
"…I don't have a choice."
A few minutes later…
They were inside his house.
Tyla stumbled in—
Then immediately threw herself onto the couch and took off her suit jacket...
"Woooow…"
Her eyes slowly scanned the place.
"This house is… so fancy…"
She turned her head slightly, looking at him.
"And the owner…" she mumbled with a lazy smile.
"…is handsome… hot… and cute…"
Ian froze.
"But…" she added, squinting at him.
"But I'm scared of you."
He blinked.
"…What?"
"You're cold… mysterious…" she pointed at him weakly.
"…and you look like a mafia boss."
Silence.
Ian stared at her, completely caught off guard.
Then—
A small, almost invisible smile appeared.
"…She's really gone."
Tyla suddenly sat up a little.
"You're always walking in my head…" she whispered.
He stiffened.
"…What?"
"I'm scared of you…" she continued softly.
"…but maybe… you're not a bad person…"
Then—
She stood up.
Slowly.
Walked toward him.
Ian 's heart skipped.
"Tyla… what are you doing?"
She didn't answer.
She lifted both her hands—
And gently held his face.
He froze completely.
"Tyla… stop. You're drunk."
But she just looked at him.
Studying his face like he was something unreal.
"You're strange…" she murmured.
"…but handsome… scary… and cute… at the same time…"
His breath hitched.
"This isn't right…" he whispered.
Then—
She leaned in.
And pressed a soft, quick kiss on his lips.
Everything stopped.
Ian 's eyes widened instantly.
He pulled back right away.
"Tyla—!"
But she was already gone.
She stumbled back—
Then dropped onto the couch again.
As if nothing had happened.
Her eyes slowly closing.
"I'm starting to have weird dreams…" she mumbled sleepily.
"…about the strange man…"
A soft pause.
"Maybe… I need a boyfriend…"
Another pause.
"…I started dreaming about kissing that cold weirdo…"
And just like that—
She fell asleep.
Deep.
Completely unaware of the storm she left behind.
Ian stood there.
Frozen.
"…This is insane."
He ran a hand through his hair, pacing slightly.
"This shouldn't happen…"
His heart was pounding, his thoughts tangled and out of control.
He whispered to himself, "What is happening to me?"
Five minutes later—
Her phone rang.
He looked at it.
Hesitated.
Then answered.
"…Hello?"
"Tyla?! Where are you?" her mother's worried voice came through.
Ian straightened instantly.
"S-Sir— I mean… Mrs. Kim… it's Ian ."
Silence.
"…Ian?! Where is Tyla? Why is my daughter with you?! What happened?! Is she okay?!"
"She's fine," he said quickly.
"She just… drank too much. Someone tried to get close to her, so I stepped in… things got out of hand… security came… so I had to take her out."
He paused.
"When I took her home, no one was there… so I brought her to my place."
A breath on the other side.
"…I see… I'm coming now. Thank you."
The call ended.
Ian slowly looked at Tyla.
Sleeping peacefully.
Her breathing soft.
Her face calm.
"…She looks like an angel…" he whispered.
He exhaled quietly.
"…But this can't happen."
His eyes darkened slightly.
"My life… is dangerous."
"…And the truth… is worse than she thinks."
Thirty minutes later—
The door opened.
Her mother rushed in.
"Tyla! Wake up, my baby…"
No response.
"Tyla… come on…"
A small groan.
Nothing more.
"…You drank this much? I told you just a little…" she said with light frustration.
Ian stepped closer.
"She will not wake up easily… I'll help."
Her mother nodded.
"Please."
Ian gently lifted Tyla in his arms.
But suddenly—
She moved.
Her arms wrapped around his neck tightly.
Her face buried into his neck.
He froze.
Completely.
Then—
A soft whisper from her lips.
"…This feels… so comfortable… you smell so good…"
His face instantly flushed.
"Tyla!" her mother scolded lightly, embarrassed.
"I'm so sorry…"
"It's okay," he said quickly.
Trying to stay calm.
Barely succeeding.
They walked out.
Toward her house.
Step by step.
And ian knew—
This night…
Was only the beginning of feelings that shouldn't happen.