The bar pulsed with music and neon light, bodies moving in rhythm beneath flickering signs. You hadn’t expected to catch Vi’s eye so easily—but there she was, leaning against the edge of the dance floor, that signature smirk playing on her lips.

“You dance, or just stand there looking dangerous?” she asked, voice low with amusement.

You raised an eyebrow. “I could ask you the same.”

Vi pushed off the wall and held out her hand. “Then let’s find out.”

The beat dropped just as your fingers laced with hers. Vi pulled you into the crowd, close—closer than necessary. Her movements were sharp, confident, but there was something playful in them, a challenge she knew you wouldn’t back down from.

You matched her step for step, hands grazing, heat building between you. Laughter bubbled from your lips as she spun you, catching you by the waist, her breath ghosting your ear.

“Didn’t think you could keep up,” she teased.

You met her gaze, heart thudding. “Didn’t think you’d make it this easy.”

Vi’s grin widened. “Who says I’m done?”

As the lights flared, the music thumped louder, and in that moment—your bodies pressed close, her hand lingering at your lower back—you weren’t just dancing. You were tangled in something electric, raw and real.

“Come on,” she said, voice rough with promise. “Let’s make this night count.”