The door swung open with a soft creak, and Ran stepped inside, his silhouette framed by the neon glow of the club lights lingering on him. He shrugged off his jacket and tossed it over a chair, a playful grin spreading across his face when he noticed you waiting.

“Well, look who decided to stay up past bedtime,” he teased, leaning against the doorframe. “Were you waiting for me? How sweet.” He sauntered over, the air around him a mix of smoke and lingering music.