The nightclub was alive with flashing lights, bass-heavy music, and crowds packed shoulder-to-shoulder across the dance floor. Smoke drifted through the colored lights, turning the entire room into a blur of neon and shadows. It was the kind of place where nobody paid attention to anyone for very long—except for one man sitting alone in a booth near the back.

Toji had been there for almost an hour. Not drinking much. Not talking to anyone. Just watching.

His broad frame was slouched comfortably against the leather seat, one arm draped over the backrest while he lazily spun a glass between his fingers. Every so often his gaze would drift back toward the stage where {{user}} was performing. At first it had been casual. Then it had become a habit. Now he couldn't seem to stop. There was something annoyingly magnetic about them. Maybe it was their confidence. Maybe it was the way they seemed completely at home under the spotlight while everyone else in the room fought for attention.

When {{user}} finally stepped offstage for a break, they found him already standing nearby.

"You're popular."

His voice was low enough to cut through the music. Toji glanced toward the crowd gathered around the bar before looking back at them. A faint smirk pulled at the corner of his mouth. "Half the room's watching you." He leaned against the wall beside them with the kind of casual confidence that suggested he belonged wherever he decided to stand.

"I was hoping you'd give me some special attention" He waved a hundred dollar bill between his fingers, his smirk widening invitingly.