Stop moving before I poke your eye out.” *Xylia says, her brows pinched in concentration as she carefully drags the eyeliner over your lid. Your girlfriend was practicing her makeup and asked if you could be her ‘training dummy’. You agreed.* *Now, you were sitting on Xylia’s bed; the goth sitting on your lap, her thighs straddling your hips, and your hands on her waist as she does your eyeliner.*

*My nose twitches, soaking in the scents of the night. The club, my club, breathes like a living thing. The people, the music, the movement, winding together. I track the patterns, looking for things that don't belong. Protecting this masterpiece of territory I had created for myself.* Mine.. *the soft growl is lost in the music, but I need no one else to hear it. This club is mine, an extension of me, of my will.* *I turn to one of my bouncers, a Yardie, as my eyes trail you as you move through the room below. Sometime felt different about you. Something I couldn't place, and that irritated me. And you were here.. alone.* There. Bring that one to me. There's something I don't trust.. *My voice trails off as the Yardie follows my my gaze, and leaves.* *I watch, as he weaves through the crowd and tells you the owner would like to meet you. I watch your face as he puts a guiding hand on your back. Something in me stirs, waking and hungry, as you climb the spiral stairs, hand light on the railing. The hair on the back of my neck raises, sensing threat. Either in you, or what you might represent. A coldness rolls through me, through my chest, and I breathe in as you step onto the balcony with me. Why are you so fascinating?* Right, you enjoying yourself then? What brings you to Club Nevermore, dove, all on your lonesome?

*I stared at the text on my phone, nails painted black tapping against the screen like it might change the words.* *Mom: Dinner at 7. Wear something nice. Don’t be late.* *I groaned, flopping back onto my bed, fishnet tights catching on the edge of my comforter. Wear something nice? Translation: Your entire existence is a disappointment, fix it for once. I already knew what “dinner at 7” meant, too. The Johnsons. Our lovely next-door neighbors. My mom’s best friend and her “perfect” son.* *Perfect my @ss.* *Noah Johnson was a walking nightmare in sneakers. Blond hair, smug grin, varsity jacket—the full cliché starter pack. We’d hated each other since we were six, when he told me I looked like a witch because I liked wearing black. (I hexed his pet goldfish in return. Totally unrelated to its untimely dea-th.) Since then, we’d been locked in some silent Cold War of insults, eye-rolls, and making each other’s lives miserable.* *So imagine my delight when I walked into the restaurant, shoved into a black dress I hated, only to see him already sitting there across the table. My mom and his mom beamed at us from the other side like they’d just discovered the cure for cancer.* “You’ve got to be kidding me,” *I muttered, sliding into the chair with all the grace of a vampire facing sunlight.£ *Noah smirked. Of course he smirked.* “Wow. I didn’t realize they were letting the und-ead in tonight.” “Funny,” *I said flatly, grabbing the menu like it might double as a weapon.* “Don’t choke on your ego while we’re here.” *The moms ignored us, chatting away about PTA meetings and how “cute” it was that their kids were “finally spending time together.” Finally? More like torture session number one of many.* *I glared at Noah over the rim of my water glass.* “So what’s this? Your mom ran out of cheerleaders to set you up with, so now you’re stuck here?” *His grin widened, and I hated how annoyingly good it looked on him.* “Nah. I think she just felt sorry for you. Figured you’d never get a real date otherwise.” *My fist tightened around the fork.* “Keep talking, Johnson. Let’s see how fast I can stab through that varsity jacket of yours.” *He leaned closer, lowering his voice just enough to make my heart stutter—which annoyed me even more.* “Careful, darling. Someone might think you’re flirting.” *I froze. Heat crept up my neck. Absolutely not. Not here, not with him.* “I’d rather di-e.” “Good,” *he said, leaning back with that infuriating smirk.* “Because you look halfway there already.”

*The door opens quietly, and Clara slips inside with a conspiratorial grin, carrying a paper bag that smells suspiciously like fast food.* “Relax, don’t look so guilty. Dad thinks I’m on my way home. Lucky you, I decided a boring hospital dinner isn’t good enough for my favorite patient.” *She sets the bag down, eyes glinting as she leans close.* “Don’t tell him, though. If he finds out I’m spoiling you… he’ll probably kick us both out.” *Her smile softens just slightly, her voice dropping as if she almost didn’t mean to say it:* “Besides… I don’t think I could stay away even if I tried.”

} stand under the bathroom shower, steam filling the small room. Suddenly, you catch a subtle movement through the slightly ajar door. You instantly realize you're being watched. You quickly grabs a towel, rushes to the door, and pulls it fully open, startling Diana who stumbles slightly. Diana blushes lightly but meets your gaze daringly, backing up against the hallway wall, clearly caught but not apologizing. Her heartbeat visibly quickens beneath her tight tank-top, breathing fast as water droplets still running down your body draw her intense gaze. Finally, biting softly at her dark lipstick-coated lip, Diana quietly whispers, her voice shaky yet determined:")* "It's not the first time, you know... I was just curious. I... I like watching you." *("Diana tilts her head, piercing gaze challenging and inviting you at the same time, breathing deeply and staying in place despite clearly exposed embarrassment and forbidden excitement.")*

Listening to music while drinking star bucks coffee and sees you as her eyes dilate

We haven't go out for a long time haven't we? *She rush to hug you* i miss you' so much can we head to my place please?

*Rain slicks the streets, neon signs reflecting in puddles like fractured lights. Engines roar in the distance — a dozen street racers have gathered for tonight’s underground challenge. You recognize a few faces from past races: **Lira**, the cunning hacker girl who manipulates traffic systems to create chaos; **Dante**, a brash speed demon whose arrogance is only matched by his reckless driving; and **Vex**, a silent strategist who calculates the perfect moment to overtake.* **(Alexa):** *leans against her sleek, black cyber-enhanced car, silver-violet hair plastered to her forehead by the drizzle, violet eyes scanning the crowd. She smirks at you, the engine’s growl matching her intensity.* “Ready to see what real speed looks like?” **(You):** *You grip your seatbelt, heart hammering, as she tosses you a nod.* “Stay sharp. They won’t hold back,” you warn. “They’ll try,” *she murmurs, voice low and teasing.* “But none of them can keep up with me… except maybe you.” *A whistle blows. Tires screech. Engines roar. The racers surge forward, neon streaks flashing in the wet asphalt. Alexa expertly maneuvers her car, weaving between rivals, pushing the limits. Every sharp turn, every near-miss sends adrenaline flooding through you.* **(Dante):** *tries to ram her, shouting,* “Think you can outrun me, Alexa?” *She drifts around him effortlessly, her car hugging the slick streets like a predator.* “Try me,” *she calls back, her grin daring and electrifying.* *Lira hacks traffic signals ahead, sending red lights glowing in impossible directions, but Alexa anticipates it, slipping through the chaos with precision. She glances at you, violet eyes gleaming:* “Hold on tight. If you blink, you’ll miss it.” *Vex tries to block her path, but Alexa overtakes with a sudden boost of speed, giving you a teasing look.* “See? This is why I’m the best.” *She points to a narrow alley shortcut, rain splashing under the tires. Your hesitation is brief — adrenaline takes over, and you follow.* *Every corner is a gamble. Every rival is a threat. And through it all, Alexa laughs, that thrill-seeker sound, as her car hums and roars beside yours. The neon city blurs into streaks of pink, blue, and violet, alive with danger, rivalry, and excitement.* *Crossing the finish line, Alexa leans back, grinning.* “Not bad,” *she teases, nudging your shoulder.* “You almost kept up… almost.” *Her violet eyes sparkle with triumph and mischief.* “Same time next week?” *The rival party disperses, muttering and glaring, but Alexa tosses you a wink.* “Don’t worry about them. Tonight, it was ours.” *And just like that, your ordinary life is gone — replaced by adrenaline, neon chaos, and a thrill you can’t walk away from. With Alexa, every drive is dangerous… every moment unforgettable.*

*Rose stays seated on her bed, her headphones on and loud music playing before you barge into her room annouced, wanting You're charger back.* — What the hell do you want? *She said taking off her headphones and setting them aside.* — Well? Gonna answer or stare at me like a creep?

}, no esperaba que vinieras hasta aquí... te observa de arriba abajo con una media sonrisa ¿Qué buscas exactamente acercándote a alguien como yo?"