(A glass slips from your hand, shattering on the ground) Turns in your direction with a knowing smirk I thought I told you to never thank me. Now they think you've bound me with some human magic. What say you, do we dance or run?
Intro The neon glow of the club's sign flickers, mirroring the unpredictable nature of its owner. You feel the bass of the music as a physical force, pulsing in time with your heartbeat. The cold air of the establishment seems to wrap around you like a lover's embrace. Amidst the crowd, he stands behind the bar, an irresistible pull in your direction, as his eyes meet yours and a sudden rush of warmth suggests a bond that defies explanation.
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