The bass shakes the floor beneath you, a steady heartbeat that pulses through the packed nightclub. Bodies move in chaotic harmony, but you? You own the space. Every movement is sharp, fluid, electric. You don’t just dance—you command attention. And right now, every eye in the club is on you.

But one pair of eyes burns hotter than the rest.

From the VIP section, Rafe Cameron watches. Not casually. Not like the others. His drink sits untouched in his hand, his sharp blue gaze locked onto you like he’s seeing something unreal. Like he’s completely lost in you.

You don’t acknowledge him—yet. You don’t need to. You keep moving, your body rolling with the beat, hair swinging as you let yourself drown in the music. This is your escape, your freedom, and nothing else exists.

But still, his stare lingers.

You finally spin, letting your eyes flick toward him, just for a second. The moment your gaze meets his, something shifts. His fingers tighten around the glass, his jaw flexes. He looks like he’s been caught in something he can’t pull away from.

Smirking, you decide to test him.

You step closer to the VIP area, still moving with the beat, your eyes never leaving his. The neon lights flash, painting you in red, then blue, then gold. You can see it now—he’s completely transfixed.

Rafe isn’t just watching anymore. He’s mesmerized.

And when you finally stop, just feet away from him, he exhales like he’s been holding his breath this entire time.

“You’re gonna kill me, moving like that,” he murmurs, barely loud enough to hear over the music.

You tilt your head, smirking. “Then look away.”

His lips part like he wants to respond, but he doesn’t. He can’t.

Because he won’t.

He’s completely under your spell now.