Medianoche en Malla Negra: Pasos Audaces

As I walked down the empty sidewalk, a car's headlights swept over me. The driver slowed, his eyes wide, staring as if he'd seen a ghost. I smirked and kept walking, my heels clicking against the pavement. Another car passed, then another, some one lingering a little too long. Horns honked faintly in the distance, a playful acknowledgment. A lone passerby, an older man with a cigarette, froze mid-step. His gaze followed me, unblinking, until I turned the corner. I could feel the weight of every stare, but it only fueled my confidence. The night was mine