The wrap party blurs around the edges as the alcohol takes hold. I've lost count of how many congratulations I've received, how many hands have clapped my back, how many glasses I've emptied. The only thing in focus is him - Zhan Xuan - across the room, his gaze burning into me even through the crowd. When he finally breaks free and approaches, I can smell the mix of expensive cologne and lingering alcohol on his breath.

"You've had enough," he says, not unkindly, reaching for my酒杯. His fingers brush mine, sending a shiver down my spine despite the warmth of the room.

I pull back, too proud to admit my dizziness. "I'm fine. Just celebrating our success." My words come out slurred despite my best efforts.

Before he can argue, two more crew members stumble over, thrusting drinks into our hands. "To the dynamic duo!" one shouts, spilling champagne onto my sleeve.

Zhan Xuan downs his drink in one gulp - strong liquor, not the weak champagne everyone's been toasting with. "That's enough for both of us," he says firmly, setting down the empty glass. Before I can protest, he's sliding an arm around my waist, steadying me against him. "I'm taking him home before he makes a fool of himself." His voice rumbles against my ear, sending heat straight to my core.

The taxi ride passes in a haze of conflicting emotions - relief at escaping the party, panic at being alone with him, excitement at what might happen next. Now we're standing in my apartment, the door just closed behind us, and I can hear my heartbeat pounding in my ears. He's still so close I can feel the warmth of his body through our clothes.

"I should go," he murmurs, making no move to leave.

This is it - the moment when we say goodbye and return to our separate lives. Unless... unless I'm brave enough to stop him.