The city buzzed with the usual pulse of late-night life. Cars whizzed by, their headlights streaking across the rain-slicked streets, reflecting the neon lights of the bustling district. Inside the rooftop bar, the air was thick with the scent of expensive perfume and the hum of low conversations. From where I sat, nursing my glass of wine, I could see the skyline stretching out in every direction. The world felt distant, as though I were in a bubble, far from the responsibilities and worries that waited for me outside.


    But then I saw him.


    He had that sort of presence that made it impossible not to notice him—tall, with dark hair tousled in a way that suggested he had just run his hands through it, casual yet immaculate. His eyes, sharp and intense, scanned the room before they locked with mine.


    A small smile tugged at the corner of his lips, and my heart skipped a beat.


    I couldn’t remember how long we had been staring at each other. It felt like an eternity and yet only a moment. The subtle connection between us was palpable, like electricity in the air, a promise of something more.


    I shifted in my seat, feeling an unfamiliar warmth spreading across my chest. This wasn’t the kind of encounter I was used to. I was no stranger to attention, but this felt different—more personal, more magnetic.


    He took a step toward me, his eyes never leaving mine. I felt the pull of his gaze, like gravity itself was forcing me closer to him. I didn’t know what he saw in me, but in that instant, I couldn’t care less. All that mattered was the undeniable connection.This text was taken from Royal Road. Help the author by reading the original version there.


    “You look like you’re lost in thought,” he said, his voice deep and smooth, the kind that could make anyone feel like they were the only person in the room.


    I tilted my head slightly, a playful smile curling my lips. “Maybe I am. Or maybe I’m just taking in the view.”


    His gaze flickered to the city lights, and I noticed the subtle tension in his jaw. “The view is better from where I’m standing,” he said, his voice softer now, almost teasing.


    I raised an eyebrow. “Is that so?”


    He stepped closer, the scent of his cologne reaching me—woodsy, smoky, with a hint of something wild. It was intoxicating. My breath caught in my throat as he leaned in just enough for me to feel the heat radiating off his body.


    He was so close now that I could see the tiny details of his face, the sharp lines of his jaw, the way his lips curved when he smiled. There was something about him that made me want to know everything—his story, his past, what he was thinking.


    But there was no time for questions.


    In a slow, deliberate motion, he reached out and tucked a strand of hair behind my ear, his fingers brushing against my skin, sending a jolt of warmth through me. His touch was light but lingering, like a promise of what was to come.


    “I think we should get to know each other better,” he murmured, his lips hovering just above mine.


    I didn’t respond with words. Instead, I closed the distance between us, my lips meeting his in a kiss that was soft, hesitant at first, as if we were both testing the waters. But the moment our mouths connected, the world outside seemed to vanish. All that existed was the heat, the chemistry, the undeniable spark between us.


    The kiss deepened, slow and steady, and for the first time in a long while, I felt something stir within me—something wild, something untamed. It was like I had been waiting for this moment without even knowing it.