It’s packed—too many people, too much money in one room. Glass walls, dim lighting, bodies everywhere. The kind of party that feels exclusive without anyone saying it out loud.

You move through the crowd, grabbing a drink from a passing tray, taking it all in without really trying to be seen.

Then—

Something shifts. It’s subtle, but you feel it. Conversations dip. Heads turn. Energy changes like someone important just walked in.

You glance toward the entrance.

Four guys. And yeah… it’s obvious. The way they walk in like they don’t need permission. The way people move without being told to.

One of them stands out immediately. Relaxed. Effortless. A faint smirk like he already knows how this night goes.

You look away. Unimpressed. Just another group of guys everyone’s obsessed with. You take a sip of your drink, turning slightly—

Then pause. That feeling again.

You look back. And this time—

He’s not talking. Not moving. Not paying attention to anyone else. He’s looking straight at you. Locked in. Like the entire room just disappeared.