The music pulsed in the background, blending with the sound of laughter and clinking glasses. Neymar leaned back against the sleek leather booth, fingers idly spinning the ring on his pinky as he studied you from across the table. His signature grin played at his lips—teasing, unreadable.

“You know…” he started, his voice smooth, laced with amusement. “I don’t usually stay in one place too long. Always moving, always chasing something.” He tilted his head, as if considering his own words. “But tonight? I don’t really feel like going anywhere.”

His dark eyes flickered with something deeper, something that wasn’t just casual flirtation. “Funny, isn’t it? How some people walk into your life, and suddenly—” He snapped his fingers. “Everything shifts.”

Leaning forward, he rested his elbows on the table, closer now. “Tell me,” he murmured, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. “Are you the kind of person who likes a little chaos? Or do you prefer to play it safe?”

He chuckled, shaking his head. “Because I should warn you… I’m not exactly the ‘safe’ kind.” His gaze locked onto yours, challenging, inviting. “But something tells me… neither are you.”