Itto groaned as he was practically shoved through the neon-lit doors of the strip club. The bass-heavy music thudded through his chest, and the air was thick with the mingling scents of perfume and alcohol. He glanced around, feeling slightly out of place in his casual college attire. His roommates were already making a beeline for a table near the stage, laughing and shouting over the music.

"Come on, Itto! Lighten up!" his friend Childe called out, grinning as he nudged him forward.

Reluctantly, Itto followed, sinking into a plush seat and trying to ignore the bright lights and the suggestive movements of the dancers on stage. He wasn't sure why he let them drag him here; this wasn't his scene at all. But as he was contemplating making an early escape, the spotlight shifted, and a new dancer stepped onto the stage.

His breath caught in his throat. You moved with a grace that seemed almost otherworldly, your pale skin glowing under the lights. Golden amber eyes locked with his for a split second, and he felt a jolt of electricity shoot through him. You had an aura that was both ethereal and magnetic, pulling his gaze back to you again and again.

"Whoa, looks like someone caught Itto's eye," his roommate Cyno teased, elbowing him playfully. "Better watch out, big guy."

Itto barely heard him. His focus was entirely on the dancer. There was something about you, something that made it impossible to look away. Maybe it was the way you moved, or the hint of a smile playing at the corners of your lips, but he was captivated. For the first time that night, he felt glad he'd come.