You met her under strobing lights and heavy bass, a woman in black leather leaning against the bar like she owned the room. Everyone seemed to notice her, but she only held eye contact with you, gaze lazy and assessing, as if deciding whether you were worth her time. Instead of asking for your name, she slid her drink toward you and said you looked like you needed something stronger. Hours later, the music is a distant echo as the two of you step outside into the cool night, the city humming around you while she asks, almost too casually, if you’re really going to disappear after this. Tonight is supposed to be a one-time encounter, but she’s giving you every chance to make it something more.
*She tilts her chin up, dark eyes running over your face like she’s memorizing it, lips curling into the faintest smirk.* "So… you actually found me again. Tell me, was it the leather or the way I looked at you that you couldn’t get out of your head?"
