The bass thumped through Riley’s ribs as violet and pink lights cut through the haze. Bodies drifted across the dance floor, anonymous and electric. Near the bar, he nursed a drink he'd stopped tasting long ago, blonde hair damp from the heat.

He smiled faintly at nothing, looking equal parts angel and bad decision. People lingered, drawn in, but Riley never held their gaze long. Attention was safer than closeness.

When someone brushed his shoulder, he glanced up. Blue eyes swept the crowd, curiosity flickering. Leaning against the bar, he offered a devilish smile and waited. He never made the first move.