In which, entangled in a forbidden romance with her drug dealer, known as her "plug." As their relationship deepens, she navigates the complexities of love and desire, torn between the thrill of the forbidden and the longing for a more conventional...
LIKE A TATTOO - SADE "The light shot diamonds from his eyes."
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June, 11:05 pm Downtown, Miami, FL Asia's POV
THE SUMMER BREZZE carried the scent of salt and excitement as it swept through the streets of downtown Miami. It was June, and the clock had just struck eleven, signaling the beginning of another lively night in the city that never slept. Music throbbed from every direction, mingling with the laughter and chatter of the crowd gathered for the impromptu party.
As Destiny and Sanai danced away in the midst of the swirling crowd, sitting perched on a weathered bench, my gaze drifting lazily over the eclectic mix of people that populated the vibrant scene. The neon lights of the surrounding buildings cast an ethereal glow over the bustling streets, painting everything in hues of electric blue and neon pink.
Lost in my own thoughts, twirling a strand of my midnight-black hair around my finger, the rhythmic pulse of the music providing a soothing backdrop to contemplation. Always being more of a spectator than a participant, content to observe the world from the sidelines rather than dive headfirst into its chaotic embrace.
Taking another sip of my drink, a shadow fell across my path, drawing attention away from the hypnotic sway of the dancers. Glancing up, I found myself locking eyes with a towering figure silhouetted against the neon-lit backdrop. It was a man, tall and imposing, his features obscured by the dim light.
"Mind if I join you?" he asked, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers down my spine.
Caught off guard by the sudden intrusion, hesitating for a moment before nodding slowly. With a casual grace, the man settled onto the bench beside me, his presence filling the space with an electric tension that crackled in the air.
As we sat in silence, the music fading into the background, I couldn't shake the feeling that this encounter was no mere coincidence. There was something about his aura, something magnetic and strangely familiar, that stirred a long-dormant spark within me.
I stole a glance at him, trying to decipher the enigma that sat beside me. His features were sharp, chiseled by the hand of some unseen sculptor, and his dark eyes held a depth that seemed to swallow me whole. A faint stubble adorned his jawline, adding to his rugged allure, and the faint scent of cologne lingered in the air around him.
"What brings you out here tonight?" he asked, breaking the silence with a voice like velvet.
I shrugged, the movement feeling awkward and stiff. "Just tagging along with my friends," I replied, my words coming out in a rush. "They wanted to come to this party, so here I am."
He nodded in understanding, a ghost of a smile playing at the corners of his lips. "I know how that goes. Sometimes it's nice to just go with the flow, see where the night takes you."
I couldn't help but agree, feeling a strange sense of camaraderie with this stranger who had appeared out of nowhere. Despite the air of mystery that surrounded him, there was something comforting about his presence, as if I had known him for far longer than the few minutes we had spent together.
As we fell into easy conversation, the hours slipped by unnoticed, the hustle and bustle of the city fading into the background. It was as if we existed in our own little bubble, cocooned from the outside world by the shared warmth of our connection.
And as the first light of dawn began to peek over the horizon, casting a golden glow over the streets of Miami, I knew deep down that this was only the beginning of something extraordinary.
