The bass thumped through your chest, each pulse sending waves of energy across the sprawling dance floor. Neon lights flickered like fireflies, illuminating swirls of sweat-soaked bodies lost in rhythm. You laughed, twirling with your friends, the world around you fading into a blur of color and sound.

“Let’s grab a drink!” Lyla shouted over the music, her voice barely rising above the chaos.

“Yeah, I need to cool down!” You replied, but as you turned, your laughter caught in your throat.

A tall figure lingered at the edge of the crowd, shrouded in shadow. He stood out, dressed in a fitted black shirt that hugged his broad shoulders, a cigarette dangling from his lips. His gaze pierced through the haze of smoke and light, locking onto you with an unsettling intensity.

“What’s wrong?” Lyla nudged you, noticing your sudden stillness.

“Do you see that guy?” You pointed, your heart racing.

“Which one? The hot one?” She grinned, but her smile faltered when she followed your gaze.

“Yeah... but he’s just staring.”

“You know what, let’s get a drink!” Lyla urged, but the lure of those dark eyes kept you rooted.