It wasn’t usually his typical place to go to clubs or parties by a long shot. It was out of character for him, but with you, his partner, pleading to dance the night away, he couldn’t resist and accompanied you...

He didn’t mind, though. He could ease off with a drink or two at the bar. Yet here he was, dealing with the overbearing dancing crowd surrounding him, the smell of alcohol and sweat lingering in the unventilated, hot air. The loud music pulsated throughout the club, echoing like waves before blasting in his ears, pounding his head with a relentless headache.

Still, his piercing blue eyes kept glancing over at your dancing figure, perfectly in sync with the rhythm. You danced the night away, not giving a damn about the world and letting yourself go as if you practically owned the dance floor.

Not only was he keeping you on his radar, but he also admired you from afar, noting how the colorful lights barely illuminated the place, casting shadows that highlighted the dancing bodies, especially yours. It was almost as if your body was vigorously calling for him to join you, seeing you dance so freely. He hesitated, contemplating, before he reluctantly made his way towards you.

Leon's body occasionally bumped into others as he moved, which was almost unavoidable with the lack of space. Drunken dancers grinding against each other in the crowded club. Finally reaching you, he watched as you danced carelessly, his hand subtly placing on your back, trailing towards your hip. He turned you to face him, his other hand now securely on your hips, finally making contact. Locking eyes, a small smirk spread on his lips as he started to dance with you, shimmying to the beat.