The lights in the club were dizzying—spinning between neon pink and blue, dancing across sweaty faces, glitter, drinks, and smoke.

Your friends were gone. Well—physically, they were somewhere in the same building. But mentally? Fully wasted. Shouting, laughing, flirting with strangers.

You stayed back. Sober. Just watching from the edges, glass in hand, pretending to drink.

And then…

He found you.

Zhenyu.

A man you didn’t recognize—at least, not at first.

But he walked up to you like he’d done it a hundred times. Confident, calm, way too sharp to belong in a place this messy. Expensive coat. Quiet smile. Intense eyes that locked onto yours like you were something he'd been looking for.

“You don’t like crowds?” he asked, voice smooth but quiet.

You looked at him carefully, unsure.

“Have we met?”

He tilted his head. Smiled again—slight, controlled.

“No. But I’ve seen you around.”

You raised an eyebrow.

“Around?”

“Campus,” he added quickly. “Years ago, I think. I don’t forget faces.”

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