The soft hum of the city surrounded Emily as she stepped out of the cab, her heels clicking against the pavement. A gust of warm air carried the faint scent of street food and perfume, mixing with the noise of distant laughter and car horns. The night was alive, vibrant, and charged with possibility—the kind of evening that seemed to promise something special. Emily, however, wasn't sure if she wanted anything special tonight. She hadn't wanted to go out in the first place, but her best friend Sarah had insisted.
"Come on, Em! You can't just stay in every weekend," Sarah had said earlier as she rifled through Emily's closet. "You need this. A night out, a few drinks, maybe meet someone new?"
Meet someone new. Emily wasn't sure if she was ready for that. She had been single for a while after her last breakup—a mutual decision that had left her feeling more tired than heartbroken. It wasn't that she didn't want romance; she just didn't know if she had the energy for it. Love, or what she'd thought was love, had drained her before. She wasn't keen on repeating that experience.
But Sarah had been persistent, and here she was, standing in front of Leviathan, the trendy new club that everyone had been talking about. The red neon sign above the entrance glowed in the dark, casting a sultry light over the line of people waiting to get in. Emily smoothed down her black dress and took a deep breath.
"Come on, you look amazing," Sarah said, bouncing over to her. Sarah was always so full of life—blonde, radiant, and fearless. She was the type of friend who could drag you into anything and somehow make it fun. "Let's get inside before the line gets longer."
The bouncer barely glanced at their IDs before waving them in, and within moments, Emily was hit by a wave of sound. The music thumped through the club, a deep bass reverberating through her body. Dim lighting flickered over the crowd, casting silhouettes that danced in time with the beat. The air was thick with the smell of alcohol and sweat, but it wasn't unpleasant—just a reminder of the pulse of the place, of life.
Sarah grabbed her hand and dragged her toward the bar. "Two vodka tonics!" she shouted over the music. "My treat."
Emily nodded, grateful for something to hold onto. She took her drink and sipped, the cold liquid running down her throat as she scanned the crowd. Couples and groups of friends moved across the dance floor in a sea of bodies. The lights flashed in rhythm with the beat, momentarily illuminating faces before casting them back into shadow. Emily had been here only a few minutes, but already she could feel her tension easing, as if the chaos around her offered a kind of release.
It was then that she saw him.
He was standing at the far end of the bar, leaning casually against it, holding a glass of whiskey. The low light highlighted his sharp features—dark hair, cut close at the sides, with just enough length on top to give it an effortlessly styled look. His jawline was strong, his stubble just enough to suggest that he didn't care too much about appearances, but Emily had a feeling that wasn't entirely true. His clothes were simple but tailored perfectly—a dark button-up shirt that clung to his broad shoulders and a pair of fitted jeans. He exuded confidence, the kind that came without trying.
Their eyes met, and Emily felt a jolt of electricity shoot through her. She wasn't sure if it was the music, the alcohol, or something else entirely, but she couldn't look away. He held her gaze for a beat longer than was polite, his lips curling into a faint smile that was both inviting and challenging. He took a sip of his drink, still watching her, as if he was daring her to come closer.
"Who are you staring at?" Sarah's voice broke through the haze, and Emily blinked, tearing her eyes away from him.
"No one," she said quickly, feeling a little flustered. "I mean, just someone at the bar."
Sarah followed her gaze and raised an eyebrow. "Ooooh, he's hot. Go talk to him."
Emily shook her head. "No way. That's not me."
"Of course, it's you!" Sarah gave her a playful shove. "You're gorgeous, and you've been out of the game for too long. Besides, it's just a conversation. What's the harm?"
Before Emily could protest, Sarah had waved the bartender over. "Send a drink to the guy at the end of the bar," she said, pointing. "On us."
Emily's heart skipped a beat. "Sarah! What are you doing?"
"Helping you." Sarah winked and handed over her card to pay for the drink. "Now, if he comes over, just be yourself."
Emily barely had time to process what had happened before the bartender slid a glass down to the man. He glanced at it, then at the bartender, who gestured toward Emily and Sarah. Emily felt her cheeks burn as he looked back at her. This time, his smile was broader, more deliberate. He raised his glass in her direction and took a sip.
"Oh my God," Emily whispered. "He's coming over."
Sure enough, the man pushed off the bar and started walking toward them, his movements fluid and relaxed. Emily's stomach did a little flip as he closed the distance between them. In seconds, he was standing in front of her, his eyes locked on hers. Up close, he was even more striking than she had imagined—tall, lean, and exuding a quiet, magnetic energy.
"Thanks for the drink," he said, his voice smooth but with an edge of amusement. "I'm Damian."
"Emily," she managed to say, trying to keep her voice steady.
"Emily," he repeated, as if testing how it felt on his tongue. He held her gaze for a moment longer before glancing at Sarah. "And you are?"
"I'm the best friend," Sarah said, grinning. "Just here to play matchmaker."
Damian chuckled softly. "Good friend."
"Damn right," Sarah said, giving Emily a little nudge. "I'll leave you two to chat."
With a wink, Sarah disappeared into the crowd, leaving Emily standing there, suddenly feeling very aware of herself. She shifted awkwardly, unsure of what to say next, but Damian made it easy.
"So, what brings you here tonight, Emily?" he asked, leaning slightly closer so she could hear him over the music. His voice was low, intimate.
"Just a night out with friends," she replied, trying not to sound too nervous. "What about you?"
"Same," he said, though he didn't look around for any sign of the friends he supposedly came with. "But it seems like I might have found something more interesting than my friends tonight."
Emily's heart raced. Was he flirting with her? It felt like it, but not in the usual way. There was something about him—an intensity, a focus—that made her feel as though she was the only person in the room. The club, the noise, even the people around them seemed to fade into the background.
"What do you do, Damian?" she asked, wanting to steer the conversation toward something safe.
"I run a few businesses," he said, shrugging as if it wasn't a big deal. "It keeps me busy."
"That sounds... vague," Emily teased, surprising herself with her boldness.
Damian's smile widened. "I like to keep things a little mysterious."
There was that intensity again, the way he looked at her as though he was trying to unravel her secrets, even though they had just met. It was both thrilling and unnerving.
"I see," she said, meeting his gaze head-on. "So, do you always accept drinks from strangers?"
"Only the interesting ones," he replied smoothly.
They talked for a while longer, the conversation flowing easily despite the noise around them. Damian was charming, but not in an over-the-top way. He listened when she spoke, his attention unwavering. Emily found herself relaxing, the nervousness slipping away as they laughed and exchanged stories.
At some point, Sarah returned, her face flushed from dancing. "I'm heading out," she said, giving Emily a knowing look. "You good?"
Emily hesitated for a moment, then nodded. "Yeah, I'm good."
"Good night, you two," Sarah said with a wink before disappearing into the crowd again.
Damian turned to Emily, his eyes never leaving hers. "Looks like your friend has left you in my care."
"Looks like it," Emily replied, a flutter of excitement running through her.
Damian smiled, and in that moment, Emily felt as though the night had shifted—like something important had just begun, though she couldn't quite put her finger on what it was. All she knew was that she was drawn to him in a way that felt undeniable.
And for the first time in a long time, she was ready to see where that feeling might lead.
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