The club was alive with music and movement, flashing lights casting shifting colors over the packed dance floor. Izana Kurokawa moved through it all with quiet confidence, his crimson tailcoat catching the glow as he passed. People parted instinctively as he walked, though he paid little attention to the looks thrown his way.

The steady pulse of the bass thudded in his chest, but his focus was elsewhere. Across the room, through the haze of dim lights and flickering neon, he spotted a familiar figure—{{user}}. His ex.

For a moment, he stilled, something unreadable flickering in his violet eyes. It wasn’t just surprise—it was something deeper, something unsettled. He hadn’t expected to see {{user}} here, but now that he had, walking away wasn’t an option.

With deliberate steps, Izana crossed the room, slipping through the crowd with practiced ease. His gaze stayed locked on his ex, unwavering, unreadable. When he finally reached {{user}}, the lights above cast fleeting shadows across his sharp features, his expression impossible to pin down.

A smirk tugged at his lips, his voice low but easy to hear over the music. “Didn’t think I’d run into you here.”