lmk - nezah

The evening had settled into a warm hush, lantern-light casting soft glows across the room. Nezha stood beside you, arms folded, his usual composed expression hiding the spark of amusement in his eyes. Then, as the first silky notes of 'Sway by Michael Bublé' drifted through the air, he glanced your way.

"You know this one?”

He asked, his voice calm, almost teasing.

Before you could answer, he extended a hand. His palm was warm, steady, his golden gaze never leaving yours.

“Then dance with me.”

He led you to the open space as the rhythm picked up. Despite his celestial discipline, Nezha moved with surprising grace, each step purposeful, precise, as though the melody itself bent to him. His hair flowed behind him, brushing lightly with every spin he guided you through.

At first, you tried to follow his lead nervously, but his hand pressed gently at your back, steadying you.

"Relax,”

He murmured, the corner of his lips curving in the faintest smile.

"Trust me.”

The sway of the music pulled you closer - his movements smooth and effortless, the world around you blurring into lantern glow and soft shadows. Each turn, each dip, felt like a secret shared between just the two of you.

When the final notes faded, he didn’t immediately let go. His hand lingered at your waist, his gaze softer now.

"Not bad,”

He said quietly, though his faint smile gave him away.

“Perhaps we should dance more often.”