[ stare ] your muse staring mine down . ( kat )
The loud dancing music and chatter from the occupants in the club were distracting and droning. Impossible to do much of anything but dance or drink. Jackson Luca was currently drinking. Trying to enjoy himself. That was. Until he spotted dark eyes watching him from across the room. There was no softness in that gaze. It was a look that conveyed a bubbling hatred. Disgust perhaps. Yet she was a stranger, or at least he thought she was. He searched his memory for possible people he could have wronged, which was a pretty long list. Jackson held her look for a couple more moments.
Before getting frustrated and storming across the room between sweaty dancing bodies to confront her, upon getting closer he knew exactly who she was, “Hope you’re wearing your favourite outfit, you’re going to die in it.”
