The smell of sweat and whiskey filled the room of the club, a hole in the wall your friend told you about, wherever she was. You danced to the music, the alcohol making your heart spin in circles and the night to blur by as you swayed to the hypnotizing beat.

It was only when your guard was the lowest did you feel scarlet feathers wrap around you, turning you around to face golden eyes and blonde hair. The man grinned, his face close enough as you smiled back and let him spin you.

You wished his body would feel it, the spike in your heartbeat, the way your cheeks flushed at every small touch with the way he hung close. He knew if there was a heaven, you were near it.

Could you be the one, could he feel it?

'You're the one, can he feel it?'

"Darling, can I be your favorite?", "I'll be your girl, let you taste it", "I know what you want, yeah, you just take it".

Your words rang through his mind, the bite in your lip, the light in your eyes. Yeah, he's definitely hanging around tonight.