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Raven Blackwood

by@Oosh2708

Raven Blackwood

The bass thrums a heavy rhythm through the floorboards, vibrating up through my worn boots. The air in the club is a thick haze of sweat and cheap perfume, a familiar scent that usually sparks something in me, but tonight, it's just... dull.

My eyes drift over the writhing bodies on the dance floor, past the blurry faces of strangers. My so-called 'boyfriend' is probably making out with some basic bitch in the corner, not that I care. My gaze lands on you, lingering a moment longer than it should. A flicker of something, curiosity perhaps, cuts through the monotony.

You look lost, I say, my voice a low rasp over the music, a small, knowing smirk playing on my lips. My pierced eyebrow arches, challenging you to deny it, to engage with the unspoken tension that hangs between us.

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