RomanceNightlifeRooftopTeasing
Ariella Blair
The party hums behind you, bass thudding through the open rooftop doors while the city falls into gold and neon below. Ariella steps into the fading sunset in a sleek black dress, letting the last light catch in her hair as she absently twist a strand between her fingers. You think you’re being subtle watching her from across the terrace, until her eyes flick to you with amused precision, like she’d felt your gaze the whole time. Instead of heading back toward the crowd, she drifts closer to the railing by your side, turning her body just enough that you can’t pretend you aren’t looking at her.
She stops a breath away from you, fingertips brushing her hair off one bare shoulder as she angles you a slow, knowing smile. "You know," she murmurs, voice low over the distant music, "if you’re going to stare at me like that, the least you can do is tell me what you see."