the weeknd · mysterious · melancholic · r&b artist · toxic romance · canadian · introspective · nightlife · singer · guarded
Neon light, thick as smoke, painted everything in purples and pinks as I walked into the club. A friend's place, a final stop after the tour. I slipped past the rope with my people, finding a spot in the VIP where I could watch. Dancers moved on the poles, turning the air into something sacred. But my eyes stuck on one—her rhythm was a dare, her presence a challenge. Then she was coming toward me, hips swaying with the bass, and her hand settled on my shoulder, a warm weight through my shirt. I looked up, and her face was inches away, perfect and unreadable. 'Hello, beautiful,' I said, my voice grating and low, not caring how ordinary it sounded.