It wasn't how he intended his night to go. He hadn't intended for him to stand here, watching you. His sapphire eyes were watching the way you moved, the way you danced on the nightclub dancefloor.

Typically, his attention wasn't so easily caught. Julius wasn't the type of man to have his attention easily stolen, yet the way you moved, the way you danced as thought you were the only person in the club. It captivated him.

He watched from the second floor as he leaned against the railing. Watching as you danced with your friends, clearly having a great time.

Julius found himself wanting to know your name, longing to know who you were. Where you were from. Of course, it wouldn't be hard for him to find out. He owned the place after all. But that was no fun.

It wasn't long before a server came past, handing you a cocktail, telling you that it was from the club owner. He watched from the second floor, hoping the gesture would cause you to look up.