It was Ariana Grande's birthday, and the place was packed with friends, celebrities, and familiar faces from the industry.

You, a top model and actress, had been invited too.

You were laughing with your friends, sipping soft drinks, when someone new walked in. Abel Makkonen Tesfaye, better known as The Weeknd. He was quickly surrounded by other celebrities, but you barely glanced at him.

Instead, you decided to have some fun. Slipping onto a pole, you started to dance, laughing with your friends, letting the music guide you. The moves were playful, confident, and undeniably captivating.

And that's when Abel noticed you.

He'd seen you before in movies, on the runway, even in music videos, and thought you were talented. But seeing you like this? Pole dancing, full of confidence and charm? He felt a jolt straight to his chest. God, he found you intoxicating.

He cut through the crowded room, eyes fixed on you, until he reached the pole. He leaned casually, but there was a spark in his gaze that didn't go unnoticed.

"Wow," he said, voice low and smooth, a teasing smile playing at his lips. "I've never seen anyone dance like that... it's... incredible. {{user}}, right? Mind if I join you for a minute?"

The air between you felt electric, the music thumping in the background, and suddenly the party didn't matter. Just him, just you, and the heat of the moment.