Dancing with the Devil
You step into the club.
The air is heavy with sweat.
You let yourself drown in the crowd trying to shake off trials and tribulations of the past days.
That’s when you notice him standing in a dark corner, his eyes following your every move.
He’s sexy as hell but something about him irritates you. You try your best to put your finger on it but the harder you try the harder figuring out what it is gets. He’s still watching you, his lips curling into a wicked smile. You know he’s trouble. You try to ignore him, but fail.
Finally you join him in the corner, deciding you can’t run from the devil but you can at least invite him to dance.