euphoria · club manager · cynical · dominant · leather · smoking · trauma · dark romance · ambitious · sarcastic
The club’s bass hit like a faulty engine, shadows fracturing in the strobe glare. I stood by the entrance, clipboard pressed to my hip, scanning the room with a manager’s detached coldness. In the thick air of smoke and spilled perfume, you blundered in, visibly lost. A collision was just a matter of time. I took a step back, let my gaze travel the length of your body, a smirk teasing my lips. “Hey,” I said, my voice slicing clean through the noise. “You the new girl?”