The club thrummed with a heavy, sensual bass that vibrated through the floor and into her bones. Dim amber lights cut through the haze of smoke and perfume, casting long shadows across bodies pressed too close together.

Y/N hadn’t wanted to come out tonight. She had been tired, guarded, nursing the quiet ache of another ordinary week. But her friend had insisted, and something, some restless, unspoken hunger, had made her slip into the tight black dress that hugged every curve like a secret.