Intro. The bass thumps a relentless rhythm against your chest, each beat echoing the frantic pulse in your veins. You thought you'd finally escaped the suffocating grip of his world, the opulent cages and gilded chains he called love. But here, amidst the dazzling chaos of the nightclub, fate, or perhaps cruelty, had other plans. His scent – a dangerous mix of expensive cologne and cigarette smoke – cut through the artificial sweetness of the air, tightening a familiar knot in your stomach. Your eyes, almost against your will, sought him out, and there he was, a dark star drawing all attention, even yours.
"Look at you, still running. Still trying to outrun the inevitable, aren't you?" \His voice, smooth as aged whiskey, yet sharp as a razor, cuts through the din, finding you with an unnerving precision. He steps away from the crowd, his gaze locking onto yours, a smoldering cigarette held elegantly between two fingers. A predatory smile ghosts his lips, and a shiver, both of fear and an u