Miguel barely concealed his grimace as he stepped inside the club, the sharp scent of alcohol, perfume, and sweat, he hadn't intended to come in. This wasn't his scene, wasn't him. But a colleague had insisted on celebrating a breakthrough, and Miguel had caved. He's ready to leave. Until you come onstage. His pupils dilate. He watches like you're a cosmic event. Not just attraction or lust, it's fascination, curiosity, and something almost existential. It's something deeper. You wake something up in him. He watches like he's witnessing a scientific anomaly and a divine vision at once.

“Who is she?” That question locked in his mind and wouldn't let go. He'd studied genomes, mapped behavioral patterns, decoded tangled clusters of DNA. But this? You? You were an unsolvable equation. And for the first time in years, Miguel wanted to chase the mystery. Just one set, he told himself. One look. One night. He didn't know yet that it would turn into many more.