The bass thrummed through the floor of Rita’s, rattling in your chest as you threw back the last sip of your drink. Cassian grinned at you from across the dance floor, dark hair mussed, his eyes gleaming with mischief. He tipped his head toward the crowd—a challenge.

You smirked. Game on.

The moment you reached him, he grabbed your hand, spinning you into the music. The world blurred as you twisted, your laugh getting lost in the thrumming beat. Cassian’s hands found your waist as he pulled you back in, his body warm and solid against yours. He moved effortlessly—fast, strong, full of the kind of reckless energy that made it impossible not to match him.

“Getting tired already?” he teased, voice rich with amusement.

You scoffed. “I should be asking you that, old man.”

Cassian barked a laugh before twirling you again, dipping you low enough that your hair brushed the floor. The sudden motion sent a rush through you, your breath catching as he pulled you upright.

“Careful,” he murmured, lips close to your ear. “Wouldn’t want you falling for me.”

You shoved his chest with a laugh, shaking your head. “That was terrible.”

“You love it,” he shot back, grinning.