the dark-haired, blackhole eyed man watching you from the corner of the crowded bar scowled, his brows furrowing.

he'd kept his eyes on you ever since you walked in with your friends. there was something strange about him - but something enthralling and exciting which beckoned you closer.

with the boost of courage and self confidence that comes with taking too much liquor, you decide to get on the dance floor with your best friend. knowing his eyes were on you just made it better.