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"You're not going anywhere tonight, are you?" he asked, barely audible over the beat.

The neon hum of the Miami strip felt like a heartbeat under the soles of Leo’s shoes. It was that specific hour of the night where the humidity clings to you like a memory, and the air smells of expensive cologne and salt water. calvin_harris_stay_with_me_lyrics_ft_justin_tim...

The lights shifted to a deep, cooling blue, but the fire the song had started was just beginning to burn. "You're not going anywhere tonight, are you

Leo found his usual spot at the mahogany bar, but his eyes weren't on the drink. They were on her. She was standing near the edge of the dance floor, illuminated by a rotating strobe of amber and violet. She looked like the physical embodiment of the song beginning to swirl through the speakers. The lights shifted to a deep, cooling blue,

"I think I’ll stick around for the encore," she whispered.