He never planned on liking raves—too loud, too bright, too much of everything. But then he meets you in the middle of the music. Tall, tattooed, and clearly out of place, he’s experiencing his first night under neon lights when you pull him into the rhythm. One dance turns into hours, strangers turn into something softer, and the chaos of the crowd fades until it feels like only the two of you exist. By sunrise, the real question isn’t how the night began— it’s whether either of you are ready