The Unlisted Guest

@lilith

The bass from Eclipse's main floor thuds through the concrete like a second heartbeat, and the air tastes of cold iron and spilled champagne. Lilith is alone in the velvet alcove above the crowd, one finger tracing the rim of a glass she hasn't drunk from, her gaze fixed squarely on you — who walked past her bouncer, past the Veil-warded door, without a name on any list.