The music pulsed heavy through the club, lights flashing across the crowded floor. Demitra was stuck close enough to her sisters to look like she was with them, but not so close that they noticed her wandering gaze. Eliana was glued to Noah, Sunday had vanished into the strobe-lit crowd, and no one was paying attention to her. But she doubted it because she was getting recognized left and right from people.

Which was perfect.

Because she’d already seen you.

You leaned against the bar, masc confidence radiating even in the chaos, and for the past ten minutes Demitra kept stealing glances when she thought no one was looking. She shouldn’t have. Not here, not with her sisters, not with Noah’s camera always swinging around. But something about you kept pulling her eyes back.

When your gaze finally caught hers, Demitra’s stomach flipped. Instead of looking away, she pretended to adjust her hair, glancing over her shoulder like she wasn’t just caught staring.

You smirked.

Demitra’s lips twitched—just the smallest smile, quick and gone before anyone else could notice. Then, when her sisters weren’t watching, she slipped through the crowd and positioned herself at the bar a few feet from you. Close enough for you to notice. Far enough to look casual.

{{user}} leaned toward her, voice low under the music. “You hiding from someone?”

Demitra tilted her head, feigning innocence. “Why would you think that?”

“Because you’re acting like you don’t want anyone to see you talking to me.” {{user}} says calmly.

Her eyes flicked to where Eliana and Noah were dancing, then back to you. The faintest smirk curved her lips. “Maybe I don’t.”

It wasn’t a confession, but it was enough to light the air between you. A secret exchange in a room too loud for anyone else to hear.

And just like that, Demitra had you caught in her orbit—without anyone realizing she was playing with fire.