HOOK One Shots (AEW)

Stranger In The Crowd

Description: Y/n is a dancer and she can't help but be drawn back to the same man in the crowd every time she performs. He only has eyes for her.

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Y/n twirled around the pole with effortless grace, her movements fluid and seductive under the hazy pink lights of the club she worked at. The thumping bass of the music pulsed through her body as she owned the stage, drawing every eye in the room. But one pair of eyes, in particular, stood out to her—those of Tyler Senerchia.

He was seated at his usual spot, just a few feet from the stage, nursing a drink that always seemed to last the entire night. Tyler wasn't like the others, who ogled and threw wads of cash in a drunken stupor. No, his attention was intense but quiet, almost reverent. He came often, never missing a night when     Y/n was dancing, and she noticed. She always noticed.

Her sharp gaze would flicker his way between spins and sways, a secret connection they'd never spoken about but both felt. Tyler's eyes never strayed from her, and despite the sea of other customers, it was as if the whole club faded away when they locked eyes.

Tonight was no different. As she slid to the floor and arched her back, her eyes met his, holding him in place. A slow smile played on her lips as she teased her fingers through her hair. She could feel the heat of his stare like a spotlight, and for a brief moment, it felt like she was dancing just for him.

Tyler's gaze was unwavering, intense as always, but there was something else tonight something a little deeper.

As Y/n continued her routine, she felt a shift in the air, a tension that crackled between them. Tyler leaned forward slightly, his fingers gripping the edge of the table, and Y/n's heart picked up a beat. She rolled her hips slowly, letting the music guide her, but her mind was elsewhere, focused entirely on him. Just like it always was.

She had danced for countless people—wealthy regulars, celebrities passing through, and strangers who came and went. But Tyler was different. There was a magnetism about him that she couldn't shake. Every time she danced, it was like a silent conversation, a game of push and pull, where neither had been brave enough to make the first move.

As she rose from the floor, she spun once more, allowing her eyes to linger on him, daring him to look away. He never did. The dark gleam in his eyes told her that he was just as captivated by her as she was by him.

Her routine came to an end, but her thoughts were still racing as she left the stage, the other dancers and customers faded into the background. She felt his gaze follow her all the way to the velvet curtain that led backstage. Y/n glanced over her shoulder one last time before disappearing behind it, her pulse quickening at the thought of him still watching.

She slipped into the dressing room, her mind spinning. What was it about Tyler that pulled her in so completely? He was a mystery she couldn't solve, but one she found herself wanting to do more with every passing night.

As she touched up her makeup, the room buzzed with the chatter of the other girls, but she hardly heard them. Her mind was on Tyler, the way his gaze burned into her, the way he seemed so different from the rest. She had seen men become obsessed with dancers before, but this wasn't that. This felt mutual, something that they both wanted and craved.

Y/n took a deep breath, looking at her reflection in the mirror, her makeup once more was flawless, and her hair styled in her favorite way. But the look in her own eyes gave her pause. There was anticipation there, a spark of something she couldn't quite put into words. It had been building for weeks now, every time she stepped on stage, every time Tyler watched her with that quiet intensity, the connection between them deepened.

She stood, adjusting her outfit and running a hand over her hips, smoothing the fabric. Glancing toward the door that led back to the main floor, she paused for a moment. She didn't want to leave things unspoken any longer, the curiosity gnawing at her. She wanted to know what he was thinking when he looked at her like that, and she wanted to feel the tension break, one way or another.

When Y/n finally stepped out from the back, the club was still alive with energy. The music thumped in her chest, and the lights flashed in pinks and purples, casting everything in a sultry glow. She scanned the room for Tyler, her heart pounding harder now as she searched through the crowd. He was still in the same spot not having moved as he leaned back in his chair, his drink untouched as always. But something was different tonight. He wasn't just watching her, waiting for her to come back into view. His eyes were searching for something, or someone.

Her.

Y/n moved through the room with purpose, her eyes locked on him, she could feel the heat of his stare before she even reached him, that magnetic pull drawing her closer. Without hesitation, she slid into the chair next to him, her leg brushing his, and for a moment, the noise of the club seemed to dim, leaving just the two of them in their own world.

"Hey, stranger."

She said softly, a teasing smile on her lips as she let her eyes wander over him.

Tyler turned his head to her slowly, his dark eyes meeting hers with that same intensity that always sent a shiver down her spine. He didn't smile, but there was something in his expression, something unreadable, yet familiar.

"Hey."

He replied, his voice rough, like he hadn't spoken in a while his gaze dropped to her lips for the briefest moment before returning to her eyes.

"I was wondering when you'd finally come over."

Y/n leaned in closer to him her heart racing now as their eyes held each other.

"You've been coming here for weeks always watching. What are you waiting for?"

She asked softly, her fingers tracing the rim of his glass a curious expression on her face. Tyler's lips curved into a faint smile, but it didn't quite reach his eyes.

"Maybe I was waiting for you to make the first move."

Y/n felt a thrill shoot through her and there it was the game, the tension, the unspoken understanding between them. She leaned in a little closer, her breath warm against his ear as she whispered.

"Well, maybe tonight's the night."

Tyler's eyes darkened, and for a moment, it felt like the world outside their little bubble ceased to exist.

"Maybe it is."

She pulled back just enough to look at him, her heart pounding in her chest. This was different, more intense than she had anticipated. It was no longer just a game of glances and silent challenges. Something had shifted between them, and Y/n could feel it in the way she knew that after tonight things would never be the same again.