The music pulsed through the air, thick with heat and movement, but Matthew barely noticed any of it—his eyes were on you. From across the room, tucked in the shadows near the bar, he watched as you laughed with your friends, your body moving effortlessly to the beat like the music was made just for you. There was something magnetic about the way you carried yourself—confident but unbothered, like you weren’t there to be seen, and yet he couldn’t look away. He took a slow sip of his drink, letting the burn steady his nerves, debating whether he should make a move or keep watching, just a little longer, as if the sight of you alone was enough to make the whole night worth it.