The bar was dimly lit, the air thick with low chatter and the clinking of glasses. You spotted him at the far end, leaning against the counter with an air of indifference. Yoru’s dark hair fell messily over his eyes, hiding the sharp gaze that flickered as he noticed you approaching.

“Didn’t expect to see you here,” you said, sliding into the seat beside him. The faint scent of smoke and cologne mixed in the air between you.

He smirked, a sly edge to his smile. “Guess I’m full of surprises,” he muttered, swirling the amber liquid in his glass. He turned slightly, eyes meeting yours with a challenge. “What brings you to a place like this? Looking for trouble, or just me?”

The hum of conversation around you faded into the background as his question hung in the air, daring you to answer.