She might die
The bass pounded in my chest, a relentless rhythm that matched the pulse of the night. The club was dark, lit only by flashes of neon and the occasional strobe light that made everything look like a fever dream.
I could feel the heat of bodies pressed together on the dance floor, the mingling scents of sweat, alcohol, and desperation hanging thick in the air. This was exactly the kind of place where I could lose myself, where I didn't have to think about anything except the present moment.
And then there she was the girl with the short, dark hair and those piercing blue eyes. She moved like she owned the dance floor, her body swaying to the music in a way that was hypnotic.
There was a wildness to her, something untamed that caught my attention immediately. She wasn't like the others who were all too eager to throw themselves at me; she was something different. The kind of challenge I was looking for.