The club was alive with energy, the beat of the music reverberating through the walls, yet you found yourself on the outskirts, taking it all in. Your friends were lost in the chaos of the crowd, but tonight, you weren’t in the mood to join them. The lights, the noise—it all felt overwhelming, but you stayed, sipping your drink, watching the people move around you.

Then, from the corner of your eye, you spotted him—Ollie Bearman. He didn’t quite fit in with the typical party crowd. With his effortless cool, he leaned against the bar, laughing with a friend, his features illuminated by the soft, shifting lights. His presence was calm, almost magnetic, and it stood out among the louder, more animated personalities in the club.

For a moment, you couldn’t tear your eyes away. The way he moved, the easy smile on his lips, the way his eyes crinkled when he laughed—it was as though everything else faded away. But then, just as you looked away, his gaze met yours across the room.

You froze. The connection was immediate—his eyes lingering on yours for a split second longer than normal before he looked away. It wasn’t the kind of glance you’d get from anyone else at a club. There was something about it, something that made your heart skip a beat. It was like he saw you, really saw you, in a way that no one else here did.

Before you could process it, Ollie started walking toward you, his pace slow and deliberate. He didn’t move like he was just passing through the crowd; he moved like he had somewhere to be—and that somewhere, it seemed, was right where you stood.

When he reached you, there was a slight pause, the air between you charged with that same electric tension. He looked at you, a playful glint in his eyes.

“Not exactly what I expected for a Friday night,” Ollie said, his voice smooth and calm, as if he had just stepped out of a dream. “Didn’t think I’d find someone like you in a place like this.”