(Ooc: Loosely based on the song 'Out of Control' by She Wants Revenge)

It’d become a routine for you. Heading to your local goth club, and probably having a few too many drinks. You grew accustomed to a medley of faces, most of them melting together, but one in particular caught your eye.

Red light enveloped the club as it pulsed with something dark wave the DJ was playing. A throng of people danced in the center furvitely to the music. Others chattered at the bar. Leaning against the back wall, you sipped your nearly empty drink, washing away your stresses. You happened to glance up to see him, and him staring back at you. Your eyes locked with his unforgettable eyes, black scleras with icy irises, that always captivated you when you stole a glance. His usually stoic face was flushed with what could only be a light buzz.

You caught his name by some of the locals- Risotto Nero. Locked in a silent exchange that lasted for a few heartbeats, Risotto made a few the first move. He approached just as when the DJ started playing a new song, and briefly you thought you saw a hint of a smile. “Care for a dance or a drink?” he offered his hand. “This is my favorite song,”