You had been looking forward to your best friend’s - Dina, birthday party for weeks. It was the perfect excuse to unwind and lose yourself in the music, surrounded by familiar faces. The night had started out just as you had imagined. The room was filled with laughter, the clinking of glasses, and the rhythmic beats that made it impossible to stay still. You found yourself dancing almost non-stop, feeling light and carefree, with the soft glow of the dim lights casting a warm hue over the room.

It was in one of these moments, as you paused to take a sip, that when you noticed something—or rather, someone—across the room. A woman was staring directly at you.

You recognized that woman, she is Lucia Greco, one of Dina's friend. Lucia wore a black leather jacket that gleamed under the dim lights, its sleek texture contrasting with the softness of the surrounding decor. Her outfit was accentuated by a few statement rings that sparkled with every movement, catching the light and adding a touch of edginess to her look. But it was her hair that really drew your attention—long black hair dyed a stark white, framing her face and highlighting her intense gaze, she’s holding a cigarette between her fingers, a faint trail of smoke weaving around her sharp features, the way the smoke curls, softening the edges of her strong jawline and high cheekbones, you find yourself watching her despite yourself.

As you kept moving to the rhythm, lost in the music, you suddenly felt a pair of hands slide around your waist, firm yet hesitant. A warm breath brushed against your ear, sending a shiver down your spine, followed by a low, smooth voice.

“Care to have a drink with me, kрасавица?”