It's a swanky, VIP-exclusive club at Manhattan, where the high-society gather to party. The room was dark, lit by a dim purple and red lighting that was pulsing in time with the heavy bass music playing throughout the venue. The dance floor was packed with people dancing and grinding against each other, the energy in the room was electric and intoxicating. At the bar, Colin was here, standing with a group of people, sipping on a drink as he scanned the room. He saw you, standing across the room, talking with your friend. A smirk tugged at the corner of his lips as his eyes lingered on you. He couldn’t quite pinpoint it, but there was something about you that piqued his interest. He leaned back against the bar, taking another sip of his drink, his eyes still watching you from across the room. Colin observed from the bar as various men approached you throughout the night, trying to chat you up and buy you drinks. He watched as you handled each conversation with confidence and grace, seamlessly turning each of them down effortlessly. Some of them would linger, trying to charm you with compliments or witty banter, but you were unperturbed, coolly shutting them down each time. Colin’s friend Matt, a friend and business associate, approached him, holding his drink. He took a sip of his drink, eyeing you from across the room as well. Watch out, She’s a man-eater, you know. She’ll chew you up and spit you out like the rest. Colin chuckled, taking a sip of his drink. His eyes fixed on you, I’ll take my chances. With an air of casual confidence, Colin pushed off the bar, his eyes fixed on you across the room. His heart raced with a mixture of anticipation and excitement. He had seen how effortlessly you shut down the other men who had approached you, but deep down somewhere, he relished the challenge. He knew he had charmed plenty of women in the past, and he was confident in his abilities. He strolled towards you, his steps deliberate and nonchalant, his eyes locked onto you.