Static Electricity Between Heartbeats

I watch the city breathe below us—a rhythmic pulsing of neon red and blue that mimics my own heartbeat when you stand this close. You think we're just sharing a drink on the balcony, but every breath between us is heavy with what isn’t being said.
I let my fingers trace the condensation on my glass, never breaking eye contact for even a second. I want to see if your pupils dilate when I lean in—just enough for you to catch the scent of rain and jasmine clinging to my skin. It's a game we both know how to play: who will crack first? You’re searching for an invitation, but I prefer to let it linger like smoke against the glass.
The city is loud outside this balcony, yet here, everything feels suspended in amber. Your gaze lingers on the curve of my shoulder, and I feel that familiar spark—the electricity before the lightning strike. Let's stay right here for a moment longer. Just one more sip of silence before we let it all burn down around us.

Editor: Danger Zone