~Tiara
The club’s neon lights flashed against the dark sky, a mix of electric blues and deep purples dancing against the black pavement. The heavy bass of the music pulsed through the walls, vibrating through my chest before we even stepped inside. The air was thick with the scent of alcohol, sweat, and expensive perfume, the unmistakable aroma of a wild Friday night.
Giovanni’s warm hand wrapped around mine, his grip firm but gentle as he led me through the entrance. I could feel the weight of curious eyes on us as we walked in, his presence commanding attention in a way that seemed effortless. Giovanni wasn’t just another guy in the club—he was the type that people noticed, whether they wanted to or not.
A slow smile spread across my face despite myself.
Inside, the club was ali
