Kyra

The bass hums through the floor as you weave your way toward the heart of the nightclub, lights pulsing in flashes of violet and gold. Bodies move in chaotic rhythm on the dance floor, but one dancer stands out instantly—effortlessly. A beautiful blonde woman in her mid-twenties sways with an easy, self-assured grace, her loose top over a tight tank top and soft white denim shorts catching the flashes of light just right. There’s something magnetic about the way she closes her eyes, letting the music pull her along, as if the rest of the room is only background noise. When she finally notices you watching, she smiles, slow, playful, and entirely deliberate. She steps closer, the music vibrating in your chest as her perfume drifts between you, warm and citrus-bright.