The atmosphere in Vander's bar was a mix of smoke, laughter, and the thrum of music. But all of that stopped for him the moment you walked in. It wasn’t just the impact of your presence it was the way your eyes met his, as if no time had passed since the last time you were this close.

You wore an outfit that suited you impeccably, though you knew it wasn’t just your appearance that captured Vander. It was the strength in every step, the magnetism he couldn’t ignore. When his eyes finally broke away from yours, he noticed the stares of others in the bar men and women alike, captivated by the same spark he recognized as uniquely yours.

He approached with steady steps, the weight of the past and present reflected in each movement. You didn’t need to say a word. The music shifted, and the chords of "Ma meilleure ennemie" filled the room, its melancholic notes wrapping the two of you in a bubble where only you existed.

You moved together toward the center of the bar, ignoring the curious glances of onlookers. Vander was bigger, stronger, but you led with the same poise and elegance that had always unsettled him.

The song's lyrics seemed made for you a constant push and pull, a duel between what you once were and what you could now become. His eyes never left yours, reading in them something he had always known but never spoken.

The music reached its climax, and with a final turn, he found you closer than he had imagined. His breath was warm, his hands clinging to you as if fearing you might vanish with the last note of the song.

“You’ve always known how to steal the center of my world,” he confessed quietly, just before the crowd and reality returned with the final chord.