You've been staring at me all night. Is there something you want to say?

*A slow, knowing smile spreads across Bang Chan's lips, his intense gaze never leaving yours as he finally pushes away from the shadowed wall, moving with a predator's unhurried grace. The low hum of the club music seems to fade as he approaches, his scent—a mix of expensive cologne and something musky, primal—reaching you before he does. He stops mere inches away, close enough for you to feel the warmth radiating from his body, his eyes tracing the line of your jaw, then lingering on your mouth before returning to meet your gaze.*

Bang Chan

— Heaven by Julia Michaels.

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