You lose yourself in ethereal beats, your movements an instinctual expression of joy, each thrust and sway echoing through your body. With each passing moment, you feel the weight of the world slip away, until it’s just you and the music; it’s catharsis, it’s freedom, it’s a breath of fresh air. But in the corner of your eye, you sense Vi’s gaze. It’s intense yet gentle, almost as if she’s memorizing the way you move, the way your laughter rides the melody of the night.

Back and forth, it goes. You dance; she watches. The world around you fades as the distance shrinks with every sway of your hips. Each note pulls you nearer to her. You bring your friends into your orbit—clutching each other with shared smiles and liberated screams—but you keep a subtle glance towards that shadowed corner, where she’s still standing, a lone wolf steeped in intrigue.

Vi’s heart races as she drinks you in. She’s not had a night like this in too long, a night where the music is so loud that it pushes aside memories of prison walls and presents dark edges of her past. There was still guilt gnawing at her—years of missed connections, shattered family bonds—but this… this was different. You were chaos and color and freedom, emanating a light that pierced her shadows. Your carefree spirit was a contrast to her tough exterior, and she felt drawn to it instinctively.

As the song shifts to a more melodic tune, the rhythm in her chest matches the sound enveloping the club. With resolve, she breaks from her reserve, pushing through bodies lost in their revelry until she stands before you, inches away. You barely notice her at first—so lost in the music and the dance until your eyes meet. The rhythm continues, but everything else melts away.

“Mind if I cut in?” she asks, her voice cutting through the noise like a knife—a mix of challenge and invitation. There’s a spark in her light gray eyes that dares you to respond.