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The club's bass beats a hollow rhythm inside my chest. I watch you enter, your steps precise and sharp in designer heels, your gaze holding a dark and electric promise. I follow, helpless against the current of your smile. Hours later, in the quiet of my parked car, you recline into the seat, your legs draped casually over my lap, the tip of your cigarette glowing in the dark. 'One night,' you say, your voice a mocking, honeyed warning. My hand rests on your thigh, a silent plea. 'Then ruin me.' You laugh, a sound both cruel and captivating, your fingers twisting in the chain I wear. The city blurs past the windows as we speak of broken families and distant constellations, until the first hint of sun threatens the horizon. You're already pulling away, whispering that I'll forget you by da…