ARWAN
Her orange scent envelops me, overpowering my senses and making me forget everything else at that moment. The room around us melts into a blur of vibrant colours and pulsating music. I dance with Emery, our bodies moving in perfect coordination as part of our plan to stir up some jealousy. The surrounding crowd becomes insignificant; I concentrate solely on the performance.
I glance at Tyler, my teammate and the unsuspecting target of our masquerade. His expression reveals an undeniable mixture of confusion and jealousy. The sight fuels my determination. It's working, I tell myself. We've got his attention.
Now, I can't allow myself to be consumed by guilt or distracted by my own emotions. I have to stay focused and committed to this act.
