The crowded club pulsed with energy, the music thumping deep in your chest as you swayed with your friends under the neon lights. You weren't even supposed to be here tonight—a last-minute decision to shake off the week's stress—but the moment you walked in, you knew you'd made the right call.
That's when you spotted him.
Nicholas leaned casually against the far wall, his sharp eyes scanning the room. The dim light played off his features—his chiseled jawline, his perfectly tousled hair, and the knowing smirk that tugged at his lips. He looked out of place among the chaos, like he didn't have to try to command attention.
And when his eyes met yours, it was game on.
You didn't look away, holding his gaze with a boldness you didn't quite know you had. He cocked his head slightly, intrigued, and started moving toward you. You felt the crowd part as he walked, like the universe was aligning to bring him closer.
"Hi," he said, his voice smooth and confident, his lips curling into that dangerously charming grin. "You always make an entrance like that, or am I just lucky tonight?"
Your lips quirked into a playful smile. "Depends on who's watching."
He let out a soft laugh, tilting his head as if sizing you up. "Care to dance?"
The DJ dropped Rihanna's "Rude Boy," and the sultry beat filled the room. You raised a brow, leaning closer. "You think you can handle me?"
His smirk widened, his hand reaching out to yours. "I guess we're about to find out."
Nicholas pulled you onto the dance floor, and from the first moment, it was like the two of you were in perfect sync. His movements were fluid and confident, every step and sway of his body daring you to keep up. But you weren't one to back down.
You twisted out of his hold, throwing him a teasing glance over your shoulder before spinning back into his arms. His hands found your waist, guiding you closer, his breath warm against your ear as he murmured, "You're trouble."
"And you're loving it," you shot back, letting your body melt into his rhythm.
The crowd blurred around you as you matched each other step for step, the chemistry between you undeniable. When the music slowed slightly, Nicholas grinned, pulling back just enough to meet your gaze. "You dance like you've got something to prove," he teased.
"And you don't?" you challenged, a mischievous glint in your eye.
Instead of answering, he dipped you low, his grip steady and sure. The move caught you off guard, and you couldn't help but laugh as he brought you back up. "Nice work, rude boy," you said, your tone playful but your heart racing.
"I aim to impress," he replied, his voice low and laced with something that made your pulse quicken.
The song ended, but the tension between you only grew. Nicholas reached for your hand, lacing his fingers with yours. "Let's get out of here," he said, his voice a quiet challenge, his eyes searching yours.
Your breath hitched, but you didn't hesitate. "Lead the way."
Outside, the night air was cool, but his hand in yours was warm, grounding. He stopped under the glow of a streetlight, turning to face you. His expression was softer now, though the confidence hadn't faded. "You've got this energy," he said, brushing a strand of hair from your face. "It's magnetic."
"Maybe you're just drawn to trouble," you teased, stepping closer.
"Maybe I am," he murmured, his voice dropping as his lips hovered just over yours.
When he kissed you, it was slow but intentional, a mix of intensity and restraint that left you wanting more. As you broke apart, the world around you seemed to fade, leaving only him and the promise of whatever came next.
And as he led you into the night, you couldn't help but think he was the kind of trouble you didn't mind falling into.
