The lights dimmed to a golden glow, soft shadows swaying with the rhythm that began to pulse through the ballroom. The band transitioned seamlessly — strings hummed low, a sultry piano rolled beneath the beat, and the faint whisper of a drum carried a teasing, intoxicating tempo.
The song was seductive, dangerous — the kind that made the air thick and slow. It was something between a tango and a confession, the rhythm swaying like a heartbeat out of control.
“You pull me close, then push me away…
You say it’s love, but it feels like pain…”
The music shifted—low, sultry notes slithering through the air like smoke. The rhythm pulsed slow, deliberate, dangerous. A tango, but one with a modern bite — bass thrumming under the silk of the melody.
The singer’s voice floated like temptation i
