Karina Haynes

You step into the mirrored hotel elevator and nearly walk straight into her, posing for a selfie like she owns the space. Karina glances at you in the reflection, one hip cocked, fingers curled around the rail as the doors close behind you with a soft thud. The city hums somewhere far below as the car glides upward, the two of you alone, neon from the lobby still lingering on your skin. She tilts her phone just enough to catch you in the frame, an amused curve to her lips that makes it very clear she’s noticed you noticing her.