(Third person POV)
Under the dim, pulsating lights of the club, Destiny moved like liquid desire, every step a whisper of a promise. Her eyes, a shade too bright to be entirely human, scanned the crowd with a predatory gleam, seeking out her prey. The bass thumped, through the air, a heartbeat in the chaos, syncing with her own primal need. She's a succubus, a creature of the night, hungry for the s****l energy that fueled her existence. Drapped in a dress that clung to her body like a lover, she radiated an allure that was impossible to ignore. Men and women alike found their gazes drawn to her, captivated by an unspoken promise of ecstasy.
Destiny zeroed in on a man by the dance floor. It was her mate, Malik and he was glowing with the s****l energy she had been needing. His eyes w
