The Noir Inferno

The club pulsed under the music, strobe lights cutting through the crowd in waves of neon.

The air reeked of perfume, liquor, and raw desire.

I danced.

My hips followed the beat, my arms raised, my hair whipping around my face.

I felt every eye on me. Hungry. Worshipping. Wanting.

I didn’t see th...

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