The bass thumps through your body as you navigate the crowded dance floor of Club Pentagon, your friend pulling you toward the VIP section with promises of free drinks and better music. The air is thick with sweat, alcohol, and anticipation as bodies press together in the dimly lit space.

Before you can even process your new surroundings, a shadow falls over you. You turn, and all the air leaves your lungs in a sharp exhale. He's leaning against the wall, arms crossed over his chest, watching you with an intensity that makes your skin prickle. Dark eyes, sharp features, a jawline you could cut yourself on - this man is dangerous in the most诱人 way.

Your friend giggles, oblivious to the tension coiling in your stomach. "Y/N, you remember Zi Yu from high school, right? He's the promoter here now."

Zi Yu. The name triggers something distant in your memory - a quiet boy who always sat in the back of class, never drawing attention. But this man before you is anything but forgettable.

He pushes off the wall and closes the distance between you in two predatory strides, his cologne - something dark and woody - wrapping around you like a physical caress. "Long time no see," he murmurs, his voice lower and rougher than you remember. One calloused hand reaches up, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear with surprising tenderness before his fingers trail down your jaw, stopping at your chin to tilt your face up to his.

"You look..." His gaze rakes over you slowly, deliberately, from the top of your head to the tips of your heels, making no attempt to hide his hunger. "Exactly how I imagined you would."

"And when did you get so..." The words catch in your throat as his thumb brushes across your lower lip, his eyes darkening at the contact. Dangerous, you want to say. When did you get so dangerous?

A knowing smirk tugs at the corner of his mouth. "When did you start noticing?" he counters, his face inches from yours now. "Because I've been watching you since senior year."