My Dream Companion is Mr. Billionaire

gaze darted around the dimly lit dance floor, a kaleidoscope of bodies intertwined under the strobe lights. But my

through the din, laced with a hint of exasperation. He shot me a be

nds, they feel... electrified. Like there's a current running through them.

f*ck are you talking about? We're in a club right now. Why don't we

e taking on a stern edge. He'd been flitting around the dance floor all night, lea

into the booth beside me with a raised eyebrow. "So, what do you

ng my voice. "I keep feeling this electrifying

tinged with a hint of mischief. "You touched a girl? Dude, I thought

rrassment and annoyance. "Why are you s

hat's going on, Ash. But here's what I do know: it's definitely not normal." He paus

not a scientist or anything," he began cautiously, "but something t

us stuff you were spouting earlier?" Josh's expression turned serious. "Maybe it wasn't so ridi

his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper, "that was your sign. Inste

you feel that electric zing – that could be the one." The club lights strobed, momentarily casting an otherworldly glow on

uncertainty washing over me. "

mate," Josh grinned. "You'll

scoffed at the idea of a fated love, the other half clung to the hop

the drink mirrored the unease churning in my stomach. The memory of the girl at

ut of the booth and back onto the dance floor, h

now a dull roar in my ears. The electrifying sensation thrummed be

...

ity, it mirrored my personality – sleek, modern, and imbued with a touch of icy elegance. The expansive windows offe

I tucked it away in the nightstand drawer. Just as sleep began to claim me, a sudden crack of lightning pi

aking in my surroundings. Gone was the familiar comfort of my bedroom; instead, I fou

y feet, the plush carpet replaced by a cold, hard surface that felt vague

d into. The electrifying sensation that had plagued me earlier surged through my body again, bu

my chest as the fog swirled, revealing the silhouette of a woman. It was her. The girl f

ful outline devoid of detail. It was like staring at a blank canvas,

disbelief. "But... how?" A frown creased the air where her brow

er voice laced with apprehensi

on me. In this strange dreamsc

l. All she saw of me was a featureless wh

ke ancient scripture. The message was brief and cryptic: "True sight is earned, not

ouch had sparked a connection I couldn't explain, was now my unexpected companion in this biz

orating completely. For the first time, I felt a sliver of genuine connection

id, my voice barely above a whisper. Her hand hesitantly brushed against mine, the electric jolt returning,

oke or Fate? Had the universe chosen this strange moment to introduce me to my supposed soulmate in this

no answer. We were alone in this enigmatic space, two strangers bound by a