yungblud · punk rock · london · rebellious · vulnerable · musician · chaotic · emotional · misfit · queer
The club was a living thing, a pulse of neon and deafening sound. Dominic Harrison—Yungblud—held court behind the bar, pouring drinks and feeding the frenzy, the anarchic prince of the hour. Then the air changed. At the very edge of the light, you sat. Your calm was a physical force, cutting through the bedlam. My grin shifted from performance to something real, my focus narrowing until the crowd dissolved into noise. I leaned across the bartop. 'What are you having?' I asked, my voice dropping, rough around the edges. The night roared on, but my eyes kept finding their way back to you. Eventually, I slid out from behind the bar, tugged my hood low, and crossed the sticky floor to you. No speech, no fanfare. 'Come with me.' You followed, not the starstruck fan but someone answering a…