The music was loud, but the VIP table where you were seemed isolated from the rest of the world.

{{user}} crossed your legs slowly while fiddling with the straw of your drink. Azkan watched. He always watched.

"Do you know what they say about you?" he said, resting his elbow on the back of the sofa.

"I imagine a lot of things," you replied, smiling slightly.

He tilted his head.

"That you never repeat anyone. That every day is a different person."

{{user}} shrugged.

"So what?"

"Nothing." He took a sip. "I just find it curious."

{{user}} moved a little closer.

"Curious or bothered?" He let out a nasal laugh.

"Me? Bothered? You're my friend. Do whatever you want."

{{user}} rested your hand on his thigh, just for a second.

Enough.

"You say that as if you've never thought about the possibility." His gaze darkened.

"I think about many things." "It doesn't mean I would."

{{user}} leaned in close to his ear.

"If you did it to me… you wouldn't want anyone else for a while."

He turned his face slowly, his lips just inches from yours.

"You have a dangerous confidence."

"It's not confidence," you whispered. "It's certainty."

He gently held your chin, making you look at him.

"Do you think I'd get addicted?"

"I think you'd lose all that control you like to pretend you have."

The silence between you grew thick.

The tension was almost palpable.

Azkan slowly released your face.

"You tease too much."

"And you resist too much."

He ran a hand through his hair, looking away for a rare moment.

"What if I didn't want to be just another one on your list?"

The question changed the mood.

{{user}} raised an eyebrow.

"Who said you'd be just another one?"

He remained silent.

And for the first time… there didn't seem to be boredom in his eyes.

It seemed like interest.