Nur Cahaya Cinta (Bahasa Indonesia)

The pulsing neon lights of Crimson Moon cast an eerie glow on Lily's pale skin as she pushed open the heavy wooden door of the bar. The bass throbbed through her bones, vibrating in her chest as she stepped inside, Fern and Elena close behind. The air was thick with the scent of sweat, alcohol, and something darker, a hint of danger that made Lily's skin prickle with anticipation.

"Goddess, I needed this," Lily muttered, her green eyes scanning the dimly lit room. Bodies writhed on the dance floor, a mass of tangled limbs and shadowy forms. She felt a familiar hunger stirring inside her, a craving for release after days of tension.

Fern's gentle hand brushed Lily's arm. "Let's get a drink first," she suggested, her soft voice barely audible over the music. "Clear our heads before we lose them completely."

Elena smirked, her red lips curving wickedly. "Speak for yourself, darling. I intend to lose far more than my head tonight."

As they made their way to the bar, Lily couldn't shake the feeling of eyes on her back. She glanced over her shoulder, half-expecting to see a familiar face lurking in the shadows. Nothing. Just writhing bodies and flashing lights. Still, the unease lingered.

"Three Bloody Marys," Elena purred to the bartender, a tall, dark-haired man with eyes that seemed to glow in the low light.

Lily leaned against the bar, her fingers drumming an anxious rhythm on the polished wood. The weight of the past few days pressed down on her, threatening to suffocate her. She needed to lose herself tonight, to forget, if only for a few hours, the constant vigilance that had become her life.

"To freedom," Fern said softly, raising her glass once their drinks arrived. The deep red liquid sloshed against the sides.

"To power," Elena countered, her dark eyes glittering with ambition.

Lily hesitated, then clinked her glass against theirs. "To survival," she murmured, bringing the drink to her lips. The taste exploded on her tongue, igniting a fire in her core.

As the alcohol burned its way through her system, Lily felt the tension in her shoulders begin to ease. The music seemed to wrap around her, pulling her towards the dance floor. She swayed slightly, caught between the desire to let go and the instinct to stay alert.

"Come on," Elena purred, grabbing Lily's hand. "Let's dance. You can watch our backs from the middle of the floor just as easily."

Lily allowed herself to be led into the throng of dancers, Fern following close behind. The beat pulsed through her, matching the rhythm of her heart. She closed her eyes, letting the music take control of her body. For a moment, she could almost forget the danger that always lurked just out of sight.

But even as she danced, lost in the heady mix of alcohol and adrenaline, a part of Lily remained vigilant. Her magic hummed just beneath her skin, ready to be called upon at a moment's notice. Because in this world of shadows and secrets, one could never truly let their guard down, not even for a night of drunken revelry.

As Lily's body moved to the pulsing rhythm, a prickle of awareness shot down her spine. Her eyes snapped open, scanning the dimly lit bar. The feeling of being watched intensified, causing her skin to tingle with an electric charge.

"Everything okay?" Fern shouted over the music, noticing Lily's sudden alertness.

Lily leaned in close to her friend's ear. "Someone's watching us. I can feel it."

Elena's eyes narrowed as she surveyed the crowd. "This is a supernatural bar, Lil. Could be anyone... or anything."

The thought sent a shiver through Lily, equal parts excitement and trepidation. Her gaze swept over the diverse patrons - some clearly not human, others masterfully disguised. In the shadows, she caught a glimpse of gleaming fangs, the flash of otherworldly eyes.

"Maybe we should-" Lily began, but her words died in her throat as her eyes locked with a figure across the room. Time seemed to slow, the music fading to a dull throb in her ears. The stranger's gaze was magnetic, holding her captive.

Lily's heart raced, her breath catching. "Who is that?" she whispered, more to herself than her friends.

Elena followed her line of sight. "Trouble," she muttered. "Definitely trouble."

But Lily couldn't look away, caught in a web of intrigue and desire. The stranger's lips curved into a knowing smirk, and Lily felt her defenses crumbling. She knew she should be wary, and should listen to the warning bells clanging in her mind. Yet something about this mysterious observer called to her, promising danger and ecstasy in equal measure.

Elena's hand clamped around Lily's wrist, yanking her from her trance. "We're getting shots," she hissed, dragging Lily back towards the bar. Fern followed close behind, concern etched on her face.

The abrupt movement sent Lily stumbling, her senses reeling as the cacophony of the bar crashed back over her. The scent of sweat and alcohol mingled with something darker, more primal. Her skin tingled where Elena gripped her, a stark reminder of reality.

As they reached the bar, Elena signaled the bartender with a sharp gesture. "Three shots of your strongest," she demanded, her voice carrying an edge of urgency.

Fern leaned in, her soft curls brushing Lily's shoulder. "What happened back there?" she asked, her warm brown eyes searching Lily's face. "You looked... entranced."

Lily swallowed hard, her throat suddenly dry. "I... I don't know," she admitted, her voice barely audible over the pulsing music. "It was like nothing I've ever felt before."

Elena slammed the shots down on the bar, liquid sloshing over the rims. "Spill, Winters. What the fuck was that?" Her dark eyes glittered dangerously, a mix of concern and irritation.

Lily's fingers trembled as she reached for her shot glass. "It's hard to describe," she murmured, staring into the amber liquid. "It was... magnetic. Like being pulled by an invisible force."

She knocked back the shot, relishing the burn as it slid down her throat. It grounded her, chasing away the lingering wisps of that hypnotic gaze. But even as the alcohol warmed her belly, Lily couldn't shake the feeling that something fundamental had shifted.

Lily set the empty glass down with a soft thud, her emerald eyes darting nervously towards the crowded dance floor. "The concept of fated mates is bullshit, right?" she asked, her voice tinged with a mix of hope and fear. Her heart raced, the steady thrum echoing in her ears as she waited for confirmation.

Elena's lips curled into a sardonic smile, her raven hair gleaming under the pulsing lights. "Oh, Lily," she purred, leaning in close. The scent of her jasmine perfume mingled with the sharp tang of alcohol. "Yes, it's complete nonsense. There have been no confirmed fated pairings in a very long time."

Lily's shoulders sagged with relief, but a part of her – a small, traitorous part – felt a pang of disappointment. She pushed it aside, focusing instead on Elena's words.

"The last recorded instance was what, centuries ago?" Elena continued, her voice low and hypnotic. "It's nothing more than a fairy tale now, a bedtime story for young witches, vampires and werewolves."

As Elena spoke, Lily's mind raced. If fated mates weren't real, then what had she experienced on the dance floor? The magnetic pull, the overwhelming sense of connection – it had felt so real, so visceral. She shivered, remembering the intensity of that unseen gaze.

"But then..." Lily began, her voice trailing off as she struggled to articulate her thoughts. The bar seemed to close in around her, the air thick with unspoken possibilities.

Lily shook her head vigorously, red curls bouncing wildly, as if the physical act could dislodge the lingering thoughts of fated mates and mysterious strangers. The pulsing beat of the music thrummed through her body, matching the quickened pace of her heart.

"You know what?" she declared, her voice rising above the din of the bar. "I think we need more shots. Lots more."

Fern's warm brown eyes widened with concern. "Are you sure, Lily? We've already had quite a few."

But Lily was already signaling the bartender, her movements sharp and decisive. "Absolutely," she insisted, a brittle edge to her laugh. "We came here to unwind, right? So let's unwind."

The bartender approached, eyebrow raised in silent question. Lily leaned forward, her voice carrying a hint of desperation beneath the bravado. "Three rounds of your strongest shots, please. Something that'll make us forget our own names."

Elena's dark eyes glittered with a mix of amusement and calculation. "Now you're talking, darling," she purred, her fingers trailing along Lily's arm. "Let's drown those pesky thoughts, shall we?"

As the bartender lined up the shots, their contents shimmering with an almost otherworldly glow, Lily felt a shiver of anticipation – or was it trepidation? – run down her spine. She grabbed the first glass, the cool surface a stark contrast to her flushed skin.

"To forgetting," she toasted, her voice barely audible over the throbbing bass. The liquor burned a fiery path down her throat, setting her nerves alight and chasing away the last vestiges of that strange, magnetic encounter.

Two more rounds followed in quick succession, each more potent than the last. The bar began to blur at the edges, the lights smearing into streaks of colour that danced before Lily's eyes. She felt lighter, freer, the weight of her earlier doubts dissipating like smoke.

"Dance floor," she announced, grabbing Fern and Elena's hands. "Now."

As they stumbled towards the writhing mass of bodies, Lily threw her head back and laughed, the sound wild and unrestrained. For now, at least, she could lose herself in the music, in the press of bodies, in the intoxicating haze of alcohol and magic that permeated the air.

But even as she began to move, her body swaying to the rhythm, a small part of her remained alert, hyper-aware of her surroundings. Her eyes darted about, searching for... something. Someone. The stranger whose gaze had captured her so completely earlier.

"Stop it," she muttered to herself, closing her eyes and surrendering to the beat. "It's nothing. It's no one. Just dance."

The pulsing lights and thunderous music enveloped Lily, her body moving in perfect sync with the rhythm. Her earlier worries faded into the background, replaced by the intoxicating thrill of the dance. Sweat glistened on her skin, her fiery hair wild and untamed.

Elena's voice suddenly cut through the din. "I need to pee. You two, come with me."

Lily's eyes fluttered open, meeting Elena's concerned gaze. "I'm good here," she shouted back, her lips curving into a reassuring smile. "Just want to keep dancing."

Elena's brow furrowed, suspicion evident in her dark eyes. "Lily, I don't think…"

"I'll be fine," Lily insisted, her tone leaving no room for argument. "Go. I promise I won't do anything stupid."

For a moment, Elena hesitated, her protective instincts warring with Lily's stubborn determination. Finally, she nodded, albeit reluctantly. "Fine. But we'll be right back."