"Here, take it," Victor said, pressing a small blue pill into Fiona's palm. The bass from the speakers thrummed through the air, vibrating in their chests as the crowd around them pulsed with energy. Fiona hesitated, glancing at the pill, then back at Victor, who was already grinning like he knew something she didn’t.

They’d met an hour ago near the bar, Victor’s dark curls damp with sweat, his sleeveless shirt clinging to his lean frame. Fiona, with her sharp cheekbones and a crop top that showed off her toned midriff, had been nursing a drink, her hazel eyes scanning the room. He’d struck up a conversation, easy and confident, and now here they were, the music swallowing their words as the lights flickered overhead.

Fiona popped the pill into her mouth, chasing it with a sip of water. Victor’s grin widened, and he leaned in closer, his breath warm against her ear. "Trust me," he said, his voice barely audible over the beat. "You’re gonna love this." She felt the first flicker of anticipation, her pulse quickening as the lights blurred around her. Something was about to shift—she could feel it.