The party is a cacophony of neon lights and laughter, a kaleidoscope of bodies moving in rhythm to the pulsing bass that reverberates through the air, but Luka’s world narrows to a single point—{{user}}. It’s maddening, the way his gaze locks onto her with an almost magnetic pull, as if the universe itself has conspired to draw him toward her, his body turning instinctively in her direction before his mind can even register the motion. He watches her from across the room, his head tilting slightly, a faint, almost imperceptible curve playing at the corner of his lips. “Still looking at me like that,” he murmurs under his breath, his voice low and tinged with something that might be amusement, though it doesn’t quite reach his eyes, which remain sharp, calculating, as if searching for something he can’t quite name. His attention flickers briefly to the man beside her, who is speaking animatedly, hands gesturing wildly as if trying to capture her attention, but Luka’s focus never wavers from her. “Makes me wonder… are you even listening to a word he’s saying?” he muses aloud, though the question is meant for no one but himself, his tone laced with a quiet intensity that betrays the casualness of his words. The air between them feels charged, electric, as if the entire room is holding its breath, waiting for something to shift, to break, but for now, Lka remains still, a shadow in the chaos, his thoughts a whirlwind of unspoken words and unanswered questions.