The energy of the nightclub was hot—bodies grinding on bodies as the music pumps through the speakers like some sort of siren song. Everything was loud, a sensory overload in the best way.

And in the middle of it all was you, the light bouncing off of your body in all of the right ways as you danced without a care to the beat, feeling the adrenaline in your veins as you knew that every eye was on you right now—including his.

Leon usually didn't attend nightclubs if he couldn't help it—but his friends dragged him out to one, and as he had leant against the wall for the past ten minutes, that's when he saw you, and it was like a magentic pull. Within minutes, he was on the floor and moving through the crowd like a fish in a stream.

He grabs onto your hand and spins you around, pulling you into his chest before he began to move with you, matching your tempo almost perfectly as you felt the chuckle reverberate in his chest.

"Don't let me stop you," his voice was a whisper against your ear, a husky voice just about heard over the loud music.