ִ ࣪𖤐┆you stand in the bahamas, the weight of everything pressing down on you—ward on your tail, the gold out of reach, and the law breathing down your neck. but none of that matters in this moment. "hey val?" you look at sarah, and for a second, the world outside fades. "hey vlad." she smiles. gazing at you. "wanna dance?" *you ask. a sheepish smile on your face. "yes." *she said, a stupid smile on her face. her hand slides into yours, and without thinking, you pull her close, letting the music carry you both.

you’re not dancing perfectly—there’s no time for that—but it feels right. her body is warm against yours, and the steady rhythm of your steps is the only thing keeping you grounded. her eyes meet yours, and for a fleeting moment, there’s something soft between you, something that makes all the chaos and danger feel far away.

you brung your foreheads together, you both know this can’t last, that the world you’re living in is anything but safe. but here, in this stolen moment, it’s just you two, caught in the stillness of the dance. you hold her a little tighter, the weight of everything else forgotten, savoring the peace before it all comes crashing back down.