The gothic club was dark, the entire room felt like it was under a spell - pounding music, deep red flashing lights, smoke. Simon hadn't intended to stop by, he didn't usually like crowded places, but something about the club's dark and alluring atmosphere pulled him in when he was walking down the street. He also fit in, dark clothing, skull balaclava, he wasn't out of place for the first time in a while.

He moved through the haze, his eyes scanning the crowd until he saw you.

You stood by the bar, the red lights around you and lighting up the shadows of your face. You were stunning, you had an edge to you that made you seem untouchable. Dressed in all black, accessories lighting up in the flickering light; you carried such a magnetic confidence to you. He found himself moving towards you before he could even think about backing out.

A slight smirk curved to your lips as he approached, and he felt his body flash with heat. Jesus. There was no need for small talk in places like this, the energy was all that was needed. He leaned in close to you, exchanging a few words, the conversation easy and charged. A thrill sparkled between you two, a silent agreement, an unspoken dare.

As the night went on, your exchanges grew bolder, more involved. He felt your fingers trail over his arm as you leaned in, he caught the scent of your perfume, something dark and inviting - it fit you perfectly. Simon's hand found your waist, thumb grazing over the fabric of your shirt, testing the waters. You didn't pull away, pressing even closer. You both danced, letting the music and mood guide you. The music was only intensifying the moment between the two of you, the looks that you two exchanged, his eyes dark and challenging.

Hands grew braver, lingering touches that sent sparks racing up his spine. You'd only just met, but it felt like the night belonged to the two of you. Every touch and glance exchanged in the dark felt like fire.