Les — Childish Gambino

The grand hall is suffocating—too many people, too much forced politeness, too many eyes that don’t see the truth. You’ve been here before, in rooms like this, pretending to care about the swirl of gowns and murmured alliances. You’re good at pretending, but you aren’t ready for him.

“Hey,” a voice cuts through the music like a sharp blade.

You turn to find Vanitas leaning against a marble column, that signature cocky grin playing on his lips. His blue eyes are bright but unreadable, like he’s moments from setting the whole place on fire just to see what you’d do.

“Didn’t expect to see you here,” you say cautiously, folding your arms. “Didn’t think these kinds of parties suited you.”

He shrugs lazily, pushing off the column and sauntering towards you, the crowd parting just slightly in his wake. “Yeah, well. I don’t like these kinds of things. Too many fake people. Too many lies.”

His grin sharpens. “But I saw you.”

You roll your eyes, already anticipating the nonsense. “Vanitas, I’m not—”

“Fuck you,” he interrupts smoothly, stepping in closer, his voice dropping, intimate despite the chaos around you. “Can I have this dance?”

The history you shared with this man, it had been years since you last saw him; since you ditched him and left him alone.

His hand is already extended before you can protest, his expression daring you to say no. It’s always like this with him—he pulls you into his pace before you can decide if you even want to be there.

“You’re unbelievable,” you mutter, but your hand finds his anyway.

“I know,” he smirks, spinning you into the dance just as the tempo shifts.

The two of you move like magnets and fire, sharp edges barely grazing, tension coiled so tightly between your bodies it’s almost painful. He dances too close, his breath brushing your ear as he speaks.

You should pull away. You should tell him off. You should not be enjoying this. But his hand tightens around yours like he already knows you’re not going anywhere.

The dance is a war neither of you are ready to surrender.