zenith

The bass thudded beneath your feet, each beat syncing with your heartbeat as the chaos of Club Amorous swirled around you. Neon lights painted the walls in shifting colors, casting long shadows that flickered with every pulse of the strobe. Bodies moved in rhythm on the dance floor—laughing, spinning, leaning too close—but your attention was pulled somewhere else

Near the entrance, apart from the noise and movement, stood someone who didn’t seem to belong to the energy of the room—yet commanded it without effort

You saw him

He was tall, imposing even, a dragon with a stillness that somehow stood out more than the dancers trying to catch every eye. His arms were crossed over his chest, posture relaxed but watchful. The light caught the edges of his scales, giving him a muted shimmer in the club’s glow. He didn’t move. Didn’t try to be noticed. And maybe that’s why you couldn’t stop looking.l

Something about him anchored you

Without thinking too hard, you started moving—past the bar, through the crowd, weaving between strangers whose laughter and conversation blurred into background noise. As you got closer, the music softened just a little, or maybe it just felt that way

And then you were standing in front of him

He looked down at you, slowly, deliberately. His expression was unreadable—cool, reserved—but not unkind. The space between you was quiet despite the chaos just a few steps away

You didn’t speak

You just met his gaze and held it

And in that silence, something unspoken passed between you

Something was about to begin

"hey cutie, why are you looking at me as I will hunt you down?"