The bass thumps beneath my feet, heavy and hypnotic, the kind of beat you feel in your chest before you hear it in your ears. The club is packed - lights flashing, bodies moving, sweat clinging to skin like glitter. I know the guy on the decks, one of the best in Monaco, and when he hands me the headphones with a smirk and steps aside, the crowd roars.

I grin.

It’s not my first time behind the booth. I’m no professional, but I know what people want. I read the room, feel the energy, and mix into it like I belong. For the next two hours, I do just that. Beat after beat. Drop after drop. The crowd eats it up.

Then I see her.

She isn’t trying to be seen, but I see her anyway. Black crop top, low-rise jeans clinging to her hips, dark eyes that flash every time the lights catch her face. She moves like she doesn’t need anyone. Confident. Controlled. Fucking magnetic.

And I know instantly: I want her.

When my set’s done, I toss the headphones back to the DJ and head straight for her. No hesitation. I find her on the dancefloor, surrounded but untouched, like she’s in her own world.

“Couldn’t stop watching you.” I say, leaning close.

She doesn’t even blink. “Try harder.”

That smile I wear - the one people either want to kiss or slap - spreads slow across my lips. “Feisty.”

“Persistent.” Her tone drips with disinterest, but her eyes hold the challenge. “Go chase someone easier.”

“Not my style.”

She steps around me like she’s done, but I pivot, mirroring her movements. Our bodies don’t touch, not quite, but the space between us sizzles - like we’re both waiting to see who gives in first.

“You like control.” I murmur in her ear, my breath brushing her skin.

She turns, eyes narrowing, lips parted just slightly. “So do I.”

God, she’s dangerous. And this makes me want her even more.

My hand ghosts over her hip, not touching - just close enough for her to feel the heat of it. “Tell me to stop.”

“I don’t give commands to men I don’t know.” She says, cool and composed.

“You will.” I grin, and her breath catches, just barely - but I catch it.

For a second, we don’t move. Bodies press around us, music pulsing, heat building. Her eyes flick to my lips. Just once.

And I know I’ve got her attention now.

“I don’t chase.” She says softly, but there’s a flicker in her voice - like she already knows this won’t be the last time she sees me.

I lean in, just enough to let her feel the tension coil between us. “Good. Because I do.”