The samba’s rhythm pulsated through the air, the drums beating in time with the hearts of the crowd. 

Ra moved with effortless grace, her red-burgundy hair cascading like fire as she spun, her emerald dress clinging to her every curve.

 Her hips swayed to the intoxicating rhythm, her movements sultry and hypnotic.

 A mischievous smile played on her lips as her hazel eyes scanned the crowd, finally locking onto Mehen.

What was he doing here of all places?

He stood at the edge of the dance floor, his tall frame cloaked in shadow, his ebony eyes glinting like dark stars.

Was this god stalking 101?

 A flute of champagne rested in his hand, untouched, as his gaze devoured her every movement. 

May as well give him what he came to see, right?

Ra’s smile widened, her steps becoming bolder, teasing, as though she were daring him to come closer.

Mehen’s jaw tightened, his pulse quickening as he circled the edge of the floor like a predator stalking his prey. 

The champagne in his hand was forgotten; his focus was entirely on her. 

The way her body moved, the sway of her hips, the fire in her eyes—it was maddening.

 He wanted her, needed her, with a ferocity that burned through his veins.

As the music built to its crescendo, the crowd erupted into cheers, the dancers clapping and laughing. 

Ra twirled one final time, her chest heaving from the exertion, her cheeks flushed. 

But when her eyes scanned the edge of the floor for Mehen, he was gone.

“Where…?” she murmured, her gaze darting through the throng of people.

“Here,” Erik said, stepping beside her with a drink in hand. His smile was warm, but Ra barely registered it as her heart raced, her mind still filled with Mehen’s piercing gaze.

Erik placed the glass in her hand and excused himself politely, promising to return soon. 

Ra sipped her drink absentmindedly, her eyes scanning the room. 

Suddenly, a shadow fell across her.

“Enjoying yourself?”

The deep, velvety voice sent a shiver down her spine. She turned, her breath catching as Mehen stood before her, his presence overwhelming. His lips curved into a knowing smirk as he took her hand, his touch igniting a fire in her veins.

“Mehen,” she whispered, her voice trembling with a mixture of surprise and something far more dangerous.

He brought her hand to his lips, his kiss lingering just long enough to make her knees weak. “Ra,” he murmured, his voice a low growl that sent her pulse racing.

The touch of his lips sent an electric current surging through her, and her thoughts spiraled into chaos. 

Why does he do this to me? 

How can one man make me feel like I’m both drowning and flying?

Mehen chuckled softly, his smirk widening.

 “Careful, little goddess,” he murmured, his voice dripping with amusement. “I can hear those seductive  thoughts.”

Ra’s cheeks flushed crimson as she tried to compose herself, but before she could meet his gaze, he was gone. 

Wtf?!

She spun in place, her eyes searching the crowd desperately, but he had vanished as though he were never there.

“Ra?” Erik’s voice cut through the haze, his smile bright as he returned. “Ready to head out?”

Ra forced a smile, nodding as she looped her arm through his. 

But her mind was elsewhere, her skin still tingling where Mehen had touched her.

 As they stepped into the cool night air, Erik chatted happily, but Ra’s thoughts were consumed by the enigmatic man who had just disappeared.

From the shadows, Mehen watched, his eyes narrowing as Erik and Ra walked away.

 His champagne flute was gone, his hands clenched into fists at his sides.

“You can run for now, my little flame,” he murmured to himself, his voice low and possessive. “But you’ll see soon enough… Ra, you will be mine. All mine.”

The night swallowed his figure, but the fire he’d ignited in Ra burned brightly, a promise of what was to come. 🔥✨