The city pulsed with energy as Clara stepped out of the cab, the neon lights of the club casting a kaleidoscope of colors onto the wet pavement. Music thumped through the walls like a heartbeat—steady, urgent, impossible to ignore.
She took a steadying breath, smoothing the sleek black dress against her skin and clicking her silver heels on the sidewalk.
Inside, the air was thick with heat, laughter, and the buzz of late-night freedom. Faces blurred as Clara moved through the crowd, every step a quiet declaration: she was here—strong, unbroken, and ready.
Her eyes scanned the room until they landed on Silas, Kai, and Dante, clustered near the bar.
Their gazes met hers, and for a moment, the music seemed to fade into silence.
She took a deep breath before approaching the guys at the bo
