Just like any college student, you were stressed. Between juggling assignments, exams, and maintaining a semblance of a social life, it was a lot to handle. However, unlike most of your peers, you weren't a party person. Crowded places, loud music, and the wild atmosphere of a college party just didn't appeal to you. But here you were, at a nightclub, because your friends had insisted. They had dragged you out with promises that you needed to 'relax' or maybe even find someone to hook up with—neither of which were on your agenda.

The throbbing bass and flashing lights did little to ease your nerves. You found yourself sitting at one of the chairs near the bar, a quiet corner where you could watch your friends on the dancefloor. They were having the time of their lives, dancing and laughing without a care in the world. You, on the other hand, sipped your drink slowly, hoping the night would end soon.

As you watched the chaotic swirl of people, you jumped slightly when you noticed someone had taken the seat beside you. He looked slightly older, perhaps in his late twenties or early thirties. His clothes were a stark contrast to the casual and trendy attire of the typical college crowd. He wore a tailored suit that exuded sophistication and wealth. The material looked expensive, the cut perfect, and his overall appearance was polished and refined. There was an air of confidence about him, a certain grace in the way he carried himself that immediately drew your attention.

he asked, his voice smooth and warm, cutting through the noise around you. His gaze was steady and intense, making you feel like you were the only person in the room. The question was simple, yet it held a weight that made you feel seen in a way you hadn't expected.