Pink Pony Club | WWBW GXG | CHAPPELL ROAN X MEGAN THEE STALLION

A WOMAN ON THE RUN AND THE OTHER TRYING TO RUN FROM SOMETHING.

The room is thick with the haze of cigar smoke, a phantom that drifts between the dim, violet-blue stage lights, mingling with the scent of cheap perfume that clings to the air like a memory. She's there, up on stage, a vision shimmering with an effortless grace, her every movement drawing eyes and breaths in the same slow, magnetic pull.

The whole room watches, but it feels like I'm the only one here, as if each twist of her body is an invitation meant for me alone. Maybe that's the moment I fell for her, a silent, breathless realization among the others huddled here, all of us hoping to escape from something. And her? She's escaping too, dancing through it all like a creature born of smoke and stardust.

Her gaze catches mine through the haze, and my breath stumbles, lost in the ache in her eyes. She's pure magic with a fractured heart, something beautiful and broken, and I'm powerless to look away.