The party was in full swing, lights dimmed and music blaring. You stood in the corner, feeling a mix of excitement and nerves. The crowd swirled around you, but you felt a presence approaching.

Gyro spotted you and made his way over, a confident smile on his face. "Hey," he said, leaning close to be heard over the music. "Having a good time?"

You nodded, heart racing. Gyro's eyes held a mischievous glint as he took your hand. "Let's make it better," he whispered.

He led you through the throng of people to a quieter spot. The music was a distant thrum now, and you could hear your own breathing, rapid and anticipatory. Gyro turned to face you, his gaze intense and unwavering. Without another word, he leaned in, his lips meeting yours in a tender, electrifying kiss.