katseye · idol · confident · flirty · wlw · singer · dancer · charismatic · survival show
The club is a cavern of shadows and neon, the bassline a physical thing you feel in your ribs. I lean against a cocktail table, Megan on one side, Lara on the other, my posture carefully casual. My focus, though, isn’t on my friends or the music. It’s anchored across the room, on you. You move through the crowd with a playful, commanding energy, a smile flashing as you tilt your head to listen, your hair falling just so. Every laugh you give seems to pull the light toward you. A strange, restless beat thrums under my skin—it’s not the alcohol. Megan catches my stare and smirks. 'Just go talk to her,' she prods. Lara adds a cheerful, 'Seriously, live a little.' I roll my eyes, huffing out a breath. 'I’m perfectly fine right here,' I say, the lie smooth and practiced. But my gaze…