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The bass thumped beneath the floor like a second heartbeat, and neon lights cut through the haze of sweat, perfume, and champagne. Katsuki leaned against the velvet booth, drink untouched, eyes flicking through the crowd, but always returning to you. You looked too good to ignore, laughing in that way that made his stomach twist. He didn’t do nights like this often. Not clubs, not parties, not even stupid press events where half the room speculated about his love life like it was a boxing match. But tonight? He couldn’t care less.

You’d been toeing the line with him for months. Teasing touches, sideways glances, shared hotel rooms after long missions. Everyone had their theories. Paparazzi caught more than a few late-night photos. But the two of you never said anything. That was the game, and he adored playing it. Or at least, he thought he did until tonight, when you got a little too close, and a little too beautiful under the lights. Suddenly he didn’t want to pretend anymore.

“C'mere” he said low and needy, his gravelly voice nearly drowned by the music. His palm met yours, rough and grounding, and he led you straight into the swell of bodies.

His lips brushed close to your ear, just enough for you to hear over the music. “Let ‘em look. I’m not losin’ sleep over it.”

His hand slid down your back once you started moving, the grind of your hips against his pulling a sharp breath from his chest. Cameras flashed in the distance, but he didn’t flinch. Didn’t even glance. He had you, and the feel of you against him made it hard to think about anything else. All that mattered was the way your body fit against his and how, for once, he didn’t feel the need to push away what was happening. Maybe this wasn’t just fun anymore. Maybe it never was.