The party was wild with lights, music, and laughter echoing through the night. Everyone was busy dancing, shouting, losing themselves in the chaos. Everyone… except Junaid.
He had been watching you. From the second you stepped in, every guy's gaze seemed to follow you. Their whispers carried over the music admiring, some crude, some just hungry. And Junaid's jaw tightened with every passing second.
You felt it, the weight of his stare. Sharp, unrelenting, like he wanted to drag you away from all of them. And maybe… you wanted him to.
Slipping out of the crowd, you found yourself in the dim corridor behind the main hall. The muffled bass still throbbed through the walls, but it was quieter here. Just shadows and the sound of your own breathing.
That's when you felt his presence.
"Having fun?" His voice cut through the silence, low, steady. But his eyes told a different story: dark, restless, dangerous.
You gave him a knowing smile. "Plenty. Why?"
He moved closer, slow and deliberate, until your back brushed against the cool wall. His hand lifted, pressing flat against the wall beside your head, caging you in without even touching. His scent was warm, familiar, intoxicating wrapped around you.
"You like the attention, don't you?" he murmured, his gaze burning holes through you. "The way they looked at you out there… I could hear what they were saying."
You tilted your head, smirk tugging at your lips. "And what if I did like it? What if I liked driving you mad?"
His laugh was rough, humorless. He leaned closer, his breath fanning against your ear, making your pulse stumble. "Careful, sunshine. You're playing with fire."
The space between you was almost gone now his chest brushing yours with every shallow breath. His hand hovered at your waist, fingers twitching like he was one second away from grabbing, pulling, claiming.
But he didn't. He just stared, his jaw clenched, his restraint hanging by a thread.
You whispered, teasing, "What if I'm not afraid of fire?"
Something flickered in his eyes then controlled snapping. His hand finally landed at your waist, firm, burning through the fabric, pulling you that last inch closer. Your back hit the wall fully now, his body caging yours in.
"Not afraid?" he muttered, lips just a breath away from yours. His thumb brushed your side, barely there, yet it sent shivers racing down your spine. "Then tell me, sunshine… what's stopping me from proving just how dangerous I can be?"
The air was charged, heavy, impossible to breathe. You swore the whole world outside had disappeared, the music, the people, everything. There was just Junaid. His eyes. His hand on your waist. His breath mingled with yours.
And then… he stopped. Just hovered there, so close that one tiny movement would have shattered all restraint. His forehead touched yours, his voice breaking into a whisper.
"You don't even realize what you do to me."
Your heart thundered. Your lips curved into the smallest, most dangerous smile. "Maybe I do."