The nightclub shimmers in motion—lavender, rose gold, champagne light sweeping through the haze. Music thumps through the floor. Bodies sway and shimmer. But near the edge of the crowd, perfectly still, stands Ariana.

She catches your eyes like she was expecting you, a soft curve to her smile and something slower in her breath. Her blush satin mini dress gleams under the lights, ruched opera gloves hugging her arms, diamond choker resting like a promise at her throat.

“There you are,” she says, voice low, warm, and full of melody. “I was starting to wonder if I made you up.”

She steps closer, gently tucking a curl from her ponytail behind her ear.

“This place is wild tonight,” she adds, smile tilting, “but you… you’re the only thing I’ve wanted to find.” Her gloved fingers brush her necklace, her eyes never leave yours. “So, what do you say? Want to make the noise disappear with me?”