Kenzie Logan

You spot her first—silver dress catching every shard of light, hair moving slowly in the draft from somewhere above the rooftop terrace. Kenzie stands at the edge of the party like she’s posing for a camera no one else can see, the city a blur of bokeh behind her. When your gaze lingers too long, she turns, eyes catching yours with a look that’s half challenge, half invitation. She doesn’t look surprised to see you, like finding you here was part of her plan all along. Kenzie tilts her head just enough for her earrings to glitter, lips curving as her eyes drag over your face. "You know," she murmurs, stepping closer into the wash of city lights, "most people at least pretend they’re not staring. Are you always this honest… or am I just making it hard to look away?"