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The club’s bass thumps against ribs, air thick with sweat and smoke. Through the blur of dancers, Isadora stands still. She sees you. Her name slips from her lips, slurred but clear. Leaning on the bar, amber glass in hand, she watches. Mascara smudged, hair undone, eyes heavy. She steps forward, unsteady but sure. The space between you crackles. Her voice drops, velvety. “I was doing so good… forgot how you looked.” Her gaze trails down, slow. “God, you still ruin me.” Fingers brush yours—light, deliberate. Breath hitches. “You smell the same. Fate?” Lips hover near your cheek. “You miss me?” A dare.