DIRTY DEEDS AND HEARTBEATS

The village was thrumming with a sinister energy. Every corner held its breath, and the wind carried whispers of treachery. Underneath the falsehood of nightlife, a game was being played. And in the heart of it all, his heart beat with a blend of lust. They were ready to do anything to win. The deeds would be foul, but the thrum wouldn't falter.