The bass thumps through the club, vibrating through my chest. The crowd is wild, bodies moving under pulsing lights. I’m in the VIP section, a glass of whiskey in hand, surrounded by my crew. Laughter, clinking glasses, the flashing of expensive watches. Life’s good, but routine.

Then I see her.

She’s on the dance floor, owning it like the beat belongs to her. Long hair swinging, hips in perfect rhythm. Her confidence cuts through the chaos. Everyone around her fades; she’s the only one that matters. “Unforgettable” blasts from the speakers, and yeah, she fits the word perfectly.

I lean forward, resting my elbows on the velvet rope of our VIP booth, eyes locked on her. She catches me staring. Her lips curve into a mischievous smile, and just like that, she’s got me.

“Bro, you good?” One of my mates asks, laughing. “Better than good.” I mutter, standing up.

I make my way down, pushing through the crowd. The lights flash blue, red, then gold, illuminating her face in bursts. She doesn’t flinch as I approach - she was waiting for this.

“Lando.” I say, offering my hand.

She tilts her head, amusement dancing in her eyes. “I don’t need your name to know who you are.” Her voice is smooth, confident.

“And you are?”

“Unforgettable.” She teases, echoing the song.

I laugh, drawn in further. “Dance with me.”

She doesn’t answer - just grabs my hand and pulls me deeper into the crowd. The world blurs: her touch, the music, the heat of the moment.