Welcome to the Twisted World of the Supernatural: Curated by Douye Soroh.

Breet and Diego "Can we dance?" Breet asked the petite woman he’d been watching all night in the club. Her hourglass figure swayed with the music, her hips moving in a way that made him lick his lips and shift uncomfortably. Her face was striking—bare of makeup, which only heightened his interest. Her curves, accentuated by her tight dress, reminded him of overripe fruit, full and inviting. But when she looked up, his confidence faltered. She was a finger taller than him, her gaze steady and unyielding. "Sorry," she said with a slight smile, nodding toward a man at the bar. "I promised the next dance to him." Breet’s eyes flicked to the guy, a scowl crossing his face. Noticing the tension in his expression, she added quickly, "Hey, don’t start trouble. It’s first-come, first-served." She winked, her tone light but firm. His jaw tightened. "If you don’t want trouble, cancel that dance and hit the floor with me. After that, if I’m feeling gen...