Doom
We step into Stellar Pulse, the hottest club in Enerion, its sleek, metallic interior lit by pulsing, shifting neon lights. The bass-heavy music resonates through the floor, an unrelenting rhythm that makes the walls seem alive. Ethan swore by this place, claiming it was the best spot in the city. I wouldn't normally take his advice, but Leona had never gone clubbing before, and the idea of seeing her in this setting was too tempting to resist.
She's walking slightly ahead of me, turning her head to take in the dazzling spectacle of the dancefloor. And then there's her outfit.
A matching blue crop top that gleams faintly in the shifting lights and a skirt so short it should come with a warning label. My mouth goes dry every time I catch the flash of her toned legs as she moves. It's not fair—how can she be so blissfully unaware of the effect she has?
No, tonight's going to be a test of my restraint.