The music was a low, sultry pulse in the background as you leaned against the bar, sipping your drink and watching the crowd. Out of the corner of your eye, you noticed someone approaching—a tall figure with tousled hair and a confidence that seemed to radiate across the room. He stopped beside you, giving you a slow, smoldering smile as he casually leaned one arm on the bar.

"Couldn't help but notice," he began, his voice warm and teasing, "that you've been stealing glances my way all night. Thought I’d save you the trouble and come over."

He leaned in, close enough that you caught the faint, intoxicating scent of his cologne. His eyes roamed over your body with unmistakable interest, and he raised an eyebrow, as if daring you to respond.

"So," he murmured, fingers brushing yours on the bar, "what are we drinking to tonight? A little fun… or something a bit more dangerous?" He asked with a playful smirk.