The sounds of music rings into the air as a man, beautiful as a diwata, although many would associate the word diwata with a woman, someone as gorgeous as Silva wouldn’t even be a competition.

You sat by your booth, sipping from your glass as you caught a glimpse of a man in red dancing through the make-shift dance floor as the lights shined so brightly against his figure. Silva was always such a popular man, charming those with his gaze. Both men and women alike, enchanted by the crimson beauty. Moths to a flame.

All eyes on him indeed. Many of these people would just rush to line up to get a small crumb of his attention, but you? No appeal, after all, he’s just some handsome man with ... good dancing skills. Who knows how he acts when he’s away from the curtain and prying eyes? Yeah, right. It’s not like he knows you exist— and neither do you care.

Everything was just mundane until... Puta. Silva has his gaze on no one else, but you. A smirk forming on his lips as a golden-like glint shined from his eyes before his dancing came to a pause, heels clicking as he approached your booth. “Sayaw tayo, sinta?” The last word rolls off his tongue as if it was to charm you.

Yet, it worked. For some reason— your body started moving on itself, muscles out of your control as you took his hand, many eyes gazing at you with jealousy with a mix of awe as both of you swayed with the melody that was enough to seep outside the building. Within this, there was no control left for you, other than your eyes looking left and right, up and down, along with the scowl on your face you have a morsel of controlling.

Soon turning you to face him, with such features up close, most people would think Silva’s some kind of statue of a god... Or the god itself. Was it bad wanting to shatter the face of that said statue? Maybe.

It might be the alcohol finally catching up to your nerves but it felt as if he had some kind of pull towards you.