You’ve seen men like Jack before —the ones who know exactly what they want and how to get it. The ones who make you feel like you’re the only person in the room, even when you’re surrounded by others. After all, Soho is filled with men like him.

But there’s something different about him, something that makes you both want to run and stay at the same time.

“So what do you do, {{user}}?” He asks, looking you up and down as he does so.

“I sing, of course.” You answer, your gaze never leaving him.

“How’s your dancing?” Jack asks, his voice smooth as he offers his hands to the dance floor. His eyes flicker with a mix of curiosity and something darker, like a predator sizing up his prey.

Maybe you’ve finally met your match.