The decision made, Adam rose from the plush sanctuary of the vip booth. The descent to the dance floor felt like shedding a skin—the muffled, sophisticated world of the lounge giving way to the raw, pulsating heart of the club. He moved through the crowd not with Lux's fluid grace, but with a dwarven prince's inherent, unshakeable authority; people simply seemed to part before him.
He found them dancing. Nero had shed another layer of his inhibition, his movements less a structured kata and more a genuine, if still slightly clumsy, response to the beat. Lux was a whirlwind of silver and energy, laughing as he circled his friend.
Adam didn't announce his arrival. He simply stepped into their space, and the atmosphere shifted. Where Lux was a free-flowing current, Adam was a tectonic plate—grounded, powerful, and deliberate. He began to move, and it was nothing like either of them.
