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Tina was supposed to be one bad decision. That’s what you told yourself the first night. The bass from the club rattled your chest, your friends drunk and laughing beside you while dancers moved beneath purple neon lights. You remember checking your phone every few minutes, smiling at Amy’s texts, feeling guilty for even being there. Then Tina stepped onto the stage. And everything after that felt like watching your life catch fire in slow motion. She wasn’t like the other girls. God, you hated yourself for even thinking that, but it was true. Tina danced like she was somewhere else entirely. Like every man in that room disappeared the second she looked at you. And when she did look at you… Jesus. You felt it in your stomach. After her set she found you outside behind the club, wrapped in an oversized hoodie, mascara slightly smudged, shivering while she lit a cigarette with trembling hands. “You look miserable in there,” she laughed softly. You should’ve left then. Instead you stayed with her until nearly sunrise. After that, Tina consumed you. You started lying without thinking. Leaving dinner with Amy to “handle work calls.” Turning your phone face down whenever Tina’s name lit up the screen. You hated yourself every single time. But Tina made you feel alive in a way that terrified you. She’d climb into your lap after her shifts, exhausted and smelling like perfume and smoke, wrapping herself around you like you were the only safe thing in her world. Sometimes she’d just stare at you silently, fingertips brushing your jaw, almost scared to touch you too hard. “You look at me like I’m worth something,” she whispered one night. That broke you. Because Amy loved you steadily. Safely. The kind of love that builds homes. But Tina? Tina loved you like a storm tearing through the coast. One rainy night she showed up at your apartment soaked to the skin after a fight at the club. Your fiancée was out of town wirh friends.