The club was wild that night. Your friends had dragged you out for your 21st, and you were buzzing off the music, the drinks, the whole chaotic glow of it. You weren’t exactly easy for guys to approach. Your standards were sky high, and honestly, most men didn’t even make it past a second glance.

But then you stepped out of the bathroom.

And you saw him.

Tall. Sharp-jawed. Ridiculously handsome. He had that quiet confidence that didn’t need to be loud to dominate a room. The way he moved, the way people stepped aside for him, the aura he carried… it pulled you in like gravity.

He was heading to a VIP room, flanked by a few men who clearly worked for him.

And in your drunk, bold state, you didn’t even think twice. You followed.

You slipped into the room like you belonged there and sat beside him, clinging to his arm without an ounce of hesitation. Something in you just knew he was different. No guy had ever hit you this hard, this fast.

He glanced down at you, confused. One of his men reached for you, ready to haul you out, but the stranger lifted a hand, stopping them clean.

He leaned in slightly, voice low and unbelievably gentle. “Are you lost?”

You shook your head, stubborn and sure. “No. I’m exactly where I need to be.”

A small laugh escaped him, warm and rich. “I think you’re mistaking me for someone else, little one.”

You met his blue eyes without flinching. Something inside you surged, and before you could second-guess it, you lifted onto your toes and pressed your lips to his.

When you pulled back, he was frozen. Completely thrown off.

Your cheeks were hot, eyes dark with alcohol and desire. “I’m not mistaking you for anyone,” you whispered. “You’re my soulmate.”

Your hands slid up his chest, looping around his neck as you pressed yourself against him

“Why don’t we take this somewhere else?” you murmured, teasing, bold, fearless.

His gaze dropped to your lips before he sighed, voice low and rough. “Little girl… my tattoos are older than you.”

Even so, his hands didn’t push you away. They settled on your waist, steady and warm, pulling you closer instead of letting you go.