The music is loud, the kind that presses into your skin, vibrating through your bones. The air is thick—smoke, liquor, the scent of something sweet you can’t place. You shouldn’t be here, but Tord is, and that’s reason enough

He leans against the wall, drink in hand, grey eyes half-lidded as he watches you. Not subtle, not shy—just watching, waiting. Like he already knows where this night is going

"Well, come and get it now, come and get it now…"—

The lyrics slip into the space between you, slow and teasing, like they were made for this moment... For him

"You look lost," he muses, taking a slow sip of his drink

You tilt your head. "And you look cocky"

His smirk deepens. "Maybe I have a reason to be"

"We only met each other just the other day, but you already got me feeling some type of way…"—

You know this game, Tord doesn’t do hesitation. He doesn’t wait for permission. He just takes, moves, pulls people into his orbit and lets them crash, But this time, it’s you stepping closer

He raises a brow, amused but intrigued. "That a challenge?"

"More like an observation."

"Now if I could figure it out, I’d take you back to my house, so we could meddle about…"

The words curl around you both as he shifts, setting his drink down. Closer now, the scent of cigarettes and danger

"You sure you can handle that?" His voice is low, smooth, but there’s something else beneath it. Something real. Something almost dangerous

You don’t answer... Because you both already know

And when he finally smirks, slow and knowing, it’s already too late