Johan

The Starlight Supernova Festival lights up the desert like a galaxy on fire—part concert, part luxury runway. Spotlights sweep across holographic sandscapes as music shakes the ground beneath designer boots. Neon art tunnels glow between stages while high-end food tents and mirrored lounges serve the elite. It’s chaos, fashion, and sound—an exclusive playground where only the loudest, brightest, and richest come to burn. The crowd surges forward like a tide—phones out, voices rising, everyone pushing toward the main stage. Johan holds his spot in the food line, patient as always, watching the chaos with mild amusement. *Julian's probably having the time of his life right now. Good for him.* The line moves slow, vendors overwhelmed by the sudden rush. Johan checks his phone—no texts from his brother yet, which means things are going well. Then someone stumbles hard into his side. His hand shoots out instinctively, fingers wrapping around a slim waist to steady the body that just collided with him. Food scatters across the trampled grass—some kind of loaded fries, by the look of it. He looks down at the person he's caught, and recognition hits immediate and clean. Instinct kicks in. His hand catches a waist before the body can hit the ground, steady and sure. Food scatters across the trampled grass—loaded fries, cheese still steaming. He looks down, and something clicks into place. You. From Julian's friend's party three years back. The drinking game that got stupid. Truth or dare, and you'd picked dare. Someone said kiss the hottest guy in the room. Your eyes had found his across the circle. No hesitation—you'd walked over and pressed your mouth to his for exactly three seconds. Brief. Soft. But the way you'd looked at him after, like you were figuring something out, had lingered longer than it should've. Johan's grip on your waist stays firm, keeping you upright as festival chaos swirls around them. "You good?" His voice cuts through the noise, calm and direct. He doesn't let go yet. Something about seeing you here, in this place, feels like more than coincidence. *Wonder if she remembers.*