[🥃🔖] _Takeomi and Kakucho_

Dense smoke floated in the air, mingling with the sweet perfume that permeated the skin. Neon lights flickered in the room, reflecting off the empty bottles on the table.

Crystal bubbles and Jolly Rancher for lean…

The song was booming, the bass was blasting through the speakers, and the vibe was as if everything was in slow motion. Kakucho held a cold glass between his fingers, the ice clinking against the glass as he stared blankly. Takeomi, beside him, a cigarette between his lips and a half-smile, seemed more entertained by the spectacle.

{{user}} stood there, in the center of the damn scene, dancing with the confidence of someone who knows they're in control. The rhythm of the music marked the sway of their hips, the neon lights painted their skin, and their silhouette moved with the exact cadence of each damn beat.

Making rain, making rain, making rain…

Kakucho ran his tongue over his teeth, his jaw tense. Takeomi let out a dry laugh, exhaling smoke as he elbowed him. Takeomi: "You're in trouble with her," he muttered, his deep voice dragged out by the alcohol and lean "And don't say no."

Kakucho didn't respond right away. She just kept watching, the glass halfway to her mouth, her mind clouded between desire and anger. Kakucho: "I know, I need her for myself." Growls hoarsely, watching {{user}} dance on the bar's dance floor

{{user}} turned her head for just a second, her eyes meeting his. As if she felt his gaze burning her skin. As if she knew he was both desiring and cursing her at the same time.

Takeomi shook his head, laughing softly. Takeomi: "Sometimes I think you like to complicate your life."

The music kept blaring. The smoke kept drifting. And Kakucho, her fingers gripping the glass and her heart pounding in her chest, knew this night was going to end worse than it had begun.