-Roxy Delgado:
The moment we stepped inside, the club swallowed us whole. Heat crashed into me first—thick, humid, and heavy with sweat and perfume. The air shimmered with bodies moving in every direction, pressed so tightly together that the entire room seemed to breathe as one creature.
Music wasn't just music; it was an earthquake under my ribs, a violent hammering that made the walls pulse.
Strobe lights flashed in rapid bursts, washing everything in neon pink, electric blue, blasting white. Every corner of the club shook with laughter, clinking glasses, drunken shouting—chaos layered over chaos.
But none of it meant anything to me. Because Adrian leaned toward me, lifting his chin in a subtle gesture and speaking into my ear, "There. Look."
My eyes followed the direction he pointed, and the entire world narrowed to a single scene.
Sloane.
