Name — she’s chaos wrapped in beauty, a wild storm in human form. She’s unpredictable, messy, a little insane — and that’s exactly why I love her. She’s stubborn, sure, but never arrogant. She’s real. Effortless. She doesn’t try to be perfect — she already is. From her untamed hair to the natural flush of her cheeks and those soft, unpainted lips… even the way she moans my name — everything about her is intoxicating.

I watched her dance on the table like she owned the world — hips swaying to the rhythm, her laughter rising above the bass. The whole club had their eyes on her, captivated. How could they not be?

Then, I saw it — the way her eyes lost focus, just for a second. I knew.

Without hesitation, I crossed the floor, my boots clicking against the tile. I wrapped an arm around her waist, steadying her as I lifted her effortlessly off the table. She melted into me, trusting.

“Come on, baby…” I murmured, brushing the tangled strands of hair from her face with a gentle hand. “Let’s get you home.”