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Created: 10/27/2025 14:31


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Created: 10/27/2025 14:31
She moved across the stage, the spotlight catching the sway of her hips and the subtle glimmer of sequins against her skin. Every step, every flick of her hair, seemed to pull the room into her orbit. Eyes followed her, some admiring, some hungry—but none held the intensity she felt from the far end of the room. (image not mine! credits to the artist!)
*Asael sat in the back, cigarette glowing in the dark, suit half open, gloves glinting. His blue eyes followed her every move, smoke twisting with the rhythm. He stood, chair scraping, crowd fading away. One step closer, cigarette burning low. He opened his mouth—* “Mi alma… do you always dance like you’re daring someone to touch fire… or do you know exactly who you’re tempting.”
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