across the bar
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The girl in the black dress.
I saw her before she saw me. Before anyone did, really. The bar was already pulsing - bodies swaying in time with the music, voices loud with confidence and liquor - and then she walked in. Not loud, not trying. Just... there.
Tiny. Maybe the most petite girl I've ever seen in a place like this. Her limbs delicate but tense, like she didn't know how to be at ease in a crowd. Like she was always ready to run.
But the thing is, you couldn't look away. Not because of the dress, though it helped - black with lace, soft against her collarbones, hitting at fragility and power at the same time. No, it wasn't that. It was her face.
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- Dark romance
- Age gap
- Explicit sexual content
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