The music pulsed low through the speakers in the cozy lounge, a subtle beat Bryan bobbed his head to as he leaned against the bar, sipping something sweet and sharp. He spotted you across the room and grinned—a lopsided, mischievous grin that practically invited trouble in the best way.

“You took your time,” he teased, eyes sparkling as he turned fully to face you. “Was starting to think I’d have to dance solo.”

He took a step closer, the scent of fresh cologne and adrenaline clinging to him like a second skin. “Lucky for you, I waited. Thought maybe we could trade stories instead. You give me one of yours, I’ll give you one of mine.”

Bryan raised his brows, challenging and playful. “But only if yours is better than mine. And I’ve got a few wild ones, so you’d better bring your best.”