~From Ashes to Passion~ [Multicouple Series #3]

The nightclub was alive with chaos and rhythm, the pulsating beats of the music shaking every corner of the dimly lit space. 

Neon lights flickered in shades of electric blue and red, casting an entrancing glow over the frenzied crowd. 

On the dance floor, people moved as if possessed by the music, their bodies swaying to the intoxicating rhythm. 

In shadowed corners, couples sought their privacy, tangled in intimate whispers and fleeting touches. 

Elsewhere, the faint aroma of smoke and spirits wafted, mingling with the heated energy of the room.

At his usual spot near the edge of the bar, a man sat, a bottle of beer loosely gripped in his hand. 

His eyes scanned the room, taking in the hedonistic spectacle without much reaction. 

The loud music, the chaos of bodies, the intoxication surrounding him—it was all liberating in a strange, detached way. 

Yet, he remained still, his gaze sweeping every corner with a quiet intensity.

He sipped his beer, the cool bitterness grounding him amidst the surreal energy of the club. 

The dancers spun and twirled, lost in the music, but his focus was momentarily broken when he noticed her.

A woman in a red, flimsy dress made her way toward him, her hips swaying seductively as if in perfect time with the beat. 

She exuded confidence, her movements deliberate and enticing. 

Reaching his table, she stopped and tilted her head, her lips curling into a playful smirk.

"Can I sit here?" she purred, her voice sweet yet suggestive.

He didn't reply, didn't even acknowledge her fully. 

His eyes flickered briefly toward her before returning to the room, scanning the crowd as though she weren't there.

Amused by his indifference, she chuckled softly and took a seat anyway. 

Her gaze didn't waver, tracing his sharp jawline, his strong shoulders, the quiet dominance he exuded even in stillness. 

There was no doubt—he was breathtaking, the kind of man who could make any heart skip a beat.

She bit her lip, her eyes glittering with desire. "You're quite the enigma," she murmured, leaning closer, hoping for any response.

He remained unfazed, draining the last of his beer and setting the empty bottle down with a deliberate motion. 

Rising to his full height, he turned to leave, his presence commanding even as he moved silently.

She wasn't ready to let him go, not yet.