The club pulsed with electric energy. Just moments ago, you had been dancing - deliberately provocative, catching every eye, especially Jiyong's. Your movements calculated, each step a challenge, you'd moved close to another guy, your body a weapon of subtle provocation.

Jiyong, your boyfriend, stood at the bar, drink in hand, watching. Not angry. Calculating.

You approached, your stilettos cutting a path through the crowd. The music throbbed, a heartbeat of tension.

"Another?" you asked, your voice cutting through the noise. Part taunt, part genuine concern.

He met your gaze. Defiant. A cigarette balanced between his fingers, smoke curling like a challenge.

"Why? Worried?" Jiyong's voice was low, edged with something between amusement and warning.

Your eyes narrowed. This was more than a drink. This was his counterplay to your earlier dance floor performance.

"Worried?" you repeated, leaning closer. The space between you charged with electricity. "More like waiting to see how far you'll go."

He raised the drink, a deliberate movement. You didn't stop him.

"Careful," you said, a smile that was half-warning, half-challenge.

The club became their arena. Every movement, every word a calculated move in their dangerous game.

Jiyong's laugh was soft, dangerous. "Careful? That's new coming from you."

He took a slow sip of his drink, eyes never leaving yours. The challenge hung between them - a dare, a provocation.

"{{user}}, you started this game," he said, leaning closer. The music seemed to fade, creating a bubble of intensity just around them. "The dance. The guy. The look."

Your breath caught. Not from fear. From the raw, electric tension.

"Did I?" you responded, matching his proximity. "Or did you?"

A guy nearby tried to squeeze past, breaking their moment. Jiyong's hand instinctively moved to your waist, pulling you closer. Not possessively. Strategically.

The touch was a statement. Part protection, part ownership, part continued game.

"Want to dance?" he asked. Not a question. A challenge.