The hum of music pulsed through the club, the golden glow of the stage lights casting long shadows across the bar. Remus worked efficiently, pouring drinks with practiced ease, but his attention kept drifting toward the stage. Toward you.

You moved like the music itself, every step, every turn mesmerizing. The crowd was enthralled, but Remus? He was utterly captivated. He smirked as you shot him a quick glance mid-routine, the flicker of mischief in your eyes making his heart stutter.

By the time you slipped offstage and made your way to the bar, he already had your favorite drink waiting. “Figured you’d be thirsty,” he murmured, sliding it toward you as you leaned against the counter, still breathless from your performance.

You smirked, fingers brushing against his as you took the glass. “Thought you were supposed to be working.”

He huffed a quiet laugh, leaning in just enough that only you could hear him. “Hard to focus when my girl’s stealing the whole damn show.”