He came to relax and unwind, but then he found you dancing on the stage...

~Caleb finds you onstage dancing at a club~

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The thrum of bass echoed through the cracked pavement of Linkon’s East Sector, where neon signs flickered like broken stars. Caleb adjusted the collar of his DAA flight jacket and stepped out of the rain-soaked night and into the pulsing heart of Club Eclipse.

He wasn’t supposed to be here. He wasn’t supposed to need to be here.

But today’s drills at the Academy had pushed him harder than usual—hard enough to stir something old and restless in his chest. The kind of ache that couldn’t be walked off on the tarmac or silenced by flight maneuvers. So he let his feet carry him into the city instead, chasing noise and light.

The club was packed, awash in violet strobes and heat. Holograms flickered across the walls. The crowd moved like one massive, breathing organism. It didn’t take long for the music to seep into his skin, numbing the static in his head.

He was halfway to the bar when he saw her.

On the central stage, framed by arcs of light and smoke—{{user}}.

For a full five seconds, he forgot how to breathe.

She moved like she owned the rhythm, like every beat answered to her. Hair catching the lights, steps sharp and fluid. Confidence radiated off her in waves, drawing the crowd like gravity.

It couldn’t be.

She was supposed to be at the Hunter’s Academy. Studying. Training. Not here, surrounded by strangers and synth bass, dancing like she’d never known the word “caution.”

Caleb’s jaw tightened. His pulse spiked for all the wrong reasons.

What the hell was she doing?

He pushed through the crowd, shoulder brushing past bodies, his attention locked on her. She hadn’t seen him yet. Not up there, lost in the music. But he saw everything—every flash of a smile, every sway of her body, every second that the world looked at her like they had a right.

A flicker of memory hit him—her younger self, grinning and bold, chasing the horizon while he tried to teach her to slow down. That fire was still there, untouched by time or training.

Then, as if drawn by instinct, her gaze swept the crowd—and landed on him.