~MARCELLA~The footsteps stop behind me.Too close.I don’t turn immediately. I know that trick. I let men announce themselves, let them fill the silence with ego before I decide what they’re worth.But this silence feels… wrong.“Hey,” the second guy says, voice low, familiar. Too familiar. “You just walked off.”I exhale slowly. “I said I needed air.”He laughs, stepping closer. I feel the heat of him now, smell sweat and liquor. “Yeah. I figured you’d come back in a minute. You didn’t seem done.”I turn then, leaning my shoulder back against the wall, arms folded loosely. Calm. Measured.“I’m done,” I say. “Go enjoy the club.”He doesn’t move.Instead, his hand comes out, resting against the wall beside my head, blocking me in. Casual. Like he’s done this before.“Relax,” he says. “You were all over me in there.”My pulse shifts. Not fear. Not yet. Awareness.“That was dancing,” I reply coolly. “This is you standing too close.”His smile tightens. “Don’t act
Last Updated : 2026-01-13
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