The rooftop is quiet except for the soft hum of the city below. I stretch, letting my body flow with the music I brought, every step lit by the pale glow of the stars. Tamsy leans against the railing, watching with that small, appreciative smile that makes my chest flutter.

I twirl, arms wide, catching the cool breeze as it lifts my hair. Tamsy steps closer, moving with ease, matching my rhythm, teasing me with that challenge in his eyes.

I jump lightly, landing in perfect sync with the beat, heart racing from how close he is. He mirrors me, and for a moment, the city fades—the music, the stars, just him and me in this shared rhythm.

The song ends, but we don’t move. I laugh softly, breathless, and he grins, completely captivated. In the quiet glow, the unspoken connection feels heavier than the night air around us.