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SASHA
I'm a comet streaking through the LA night, and this club is my sky. The bass drops, my body moves, and for a moment, I'm untouchable. The stage was mine an hour ago, my voice echoing off walls now suffused with pulsing beats and neon dreams. The memory of the performance still lingers, adrenaline pumping through my veins as I recall the rush of being in the spotlight.
Standing on the stage, the heat of the lights beating down on me, I close my eyes and let the music flow through me. My voice, rich and soulful, fills the room, the lyrics pouring out of me like a confession. I can feel the energy of the crowd, their excitement palpable as they sway to the rhythm of my song.
In this moment, I am invincible. The fears and doubts that plague me offstage melt away, replaced by a confidence that borders on euphoria. This is where I belong, where I come alive. As the final notes of the song fade away, the applause washes over me, a tidal wave of validation that brings tears to my eyes.
But now, as I navigate the crowded dance floor, the high of the performance begins to wear off, replaced by a nagging sense of uncertainty. My friends circle around, laughter spilling like champagne, but I'm lost in the rhythm, in the heart of the music that beats in sync with mine.
A sudden shift in the crowd catapults me forward. I stumble, colliding with a wall of muscle and heat. My apologies die on my lips as I tilt my head up… and into a pair of blue eyes that hit me harder than any bassline. The warmth of his body seeps through my thin dress, igniting a fire under my skin. His scent, a mix of spice and something uniquely him, fills my senses, making my head spin.
"Shit," I mutter under my breath. It's not like me to lose my footing, but this guy's got gravity on his side.
His hand steadies me, strong and sure, the hint of a tattoo peeking out from under his sleeve. "You okay?" he asks, his voice a low rumble over the music's roar.
The sound sends shivers down my spine, and I find myself leaning closer, drawn to him like a moth to a flame.
I nod, still caught in his gaze. "Yeah, thanks to you. Um…?"
"Axel," he supplies with a half-smile that doesn't quite reach his eyes.
"Sasha," I say, reclaiming my balance and wondering if it's just the club spinning or if he's knocked something loose inside me. I can't explain it, but there's something about him that makes me feel alive in a way I've never experienced before.
The space between us is electric, charged with potential. His presence is an anchor in the fluidity of this place—a soldier's stance amidst a sea of swaying bodies.
He nods toward the bar. "Can I get you a drink?"
I consider it—the offer, the man—then shake my head with a laugh that feels like freedom. "I'm high on life tonight, Axel. But stick around; the night's young."
He grins now, and damn if it doesn't light up something fierce inside me. His smile is like a spark to kindling, igniting a blaze of desire that threatens to consume me.
Axel's fingers linger on the small of my back, a silent question that sends a jolt of electricity through me. I should pull away, but I can't. Not with the music pulsing around us and his storm-cloud eyes locked on mine. The DJ switches tracks, and the crowd surges like a tide, but all I can focus on is the heat radiating from his touch. Every nerve ending in my body comes alive, hyper-aware of his proximity and the unspoken promise of something more.
I know I'm playing with fire, inviting chaos into my carefully curated world. But there's just something about him. His presence is intoxicating, drawing me in like a moth to a flame. I can't resist the pull, even though I know it could burn me.
"Actually, stay," I say, the words slipping out before I can think better of it. It's reckless, inviting him further into my orbit when everything's finally aligning for me. But looking at him—Axel with his solid stature and eyes that hold a thousand secrets—I get the sense he understands chaos all too well.
We move through the club as if we're tracing the steps of a dance only we know. It's a push and pull, a rhythm of glances and half-smiles that feels like we're sharing secrets without saying a word.
At some point, he takes my hand to lead me through the crowd, and it's like electricity—simple contact igniting something complex.
"I usually don't let anyone lead," I confess as we find ourselves on the edge of the dance floor.
"Yet here we are," Axel replies with a grin that suggests he knows exactly how monumental this small concession is.
The club's atmosphere is intoxicating, the pulsing beats and flashing lights creating a sense of liberation I've never experienced before. It's like stepping into another world, one where the rules and expectations of everyday life don't apply.
"It's crazy, isn't it?" I shout over the music, gesturing to the sea of bodies around us. "How a place like this can make you feel so..."
"Free?" Axel finishes, his eyes sparkling with understanding.
I nod, a grin spreading across my face. "Exactly. Like nothing else matters but the here and now."
He pulls me closer, his hands settling on my hips as we sway to the beat. "That's the beauty of nights like these," he murmurs, his breath hot against my ear. "They're a chance to escape, to be someone else for a little while."
I tilt my head back, meeting his gaze with a playful smile. "And who are you tonight, Axel?"
