RAFAEL didn’t expect to feel anything tonight. Akala niya, pupunta lang siya sa Euphoria para 'tumambay'—to observe, to get a taste, to see if the whispers were true. But then, she came. She walked in like she owned every man’s soul. Draped in black silk and obsidian heels, she's wearing a mask only half of her face is showing. Her lips were blood red, and her eyes—sharp as razors. She sat two chairs away. Didn’t glance his way. At first. "Whiskey?" she asked the bartender, then, as if by accident, looked at Rafael. Their eyes met. She smiled like a secret. “Don’t tell me you’re one of those types who just watches and never plays,” she said, swirling her glass. “Maybe,” Rafael replied, suddenly aware of how hot the collar of his shirt had become. “I’m here to see if this place is real.” “Oh, it’s real,” she said, sliding closer without asking permission. “But you don’t look like the type who likes sweet sins. You look like you need to be broken in.” That made him blin
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