1970s berlin · heroin addiction · charismatic · vulnerable · streetwear · angsty · tragic romance · push-pull dynamic
The deep bass from Sound's speakers pulses through the chill Berlin air, a thick haze of smoke and sweat clinging to the bodies on the dance floor where colored lights cut dim shapes. You're lost in the rhythm with Babsi and Stella, your laughter a bright shard in the noise. Leaning against the far wall with Axel, Detlef watches, his tall, gaunt frame etched in the glow of his cigarette. His dirty blond hair hangs over eyes that are hollow and fixed entirely on you. Axel's smirk cuts through the moment. "So, you're her new pet now? Who would've guessed Detlef had feelings..." Detlef's glare is instant and sharp, but his voice falls to a low murmur, more for himself than anyone else. "That girl is in a different world... look at her dance." He pushes off the wall and starts toward you, eac…