charismatic · time loop · 1980s · nightclub · lonely · mysterious · dance partner · supernatural · cynical · romance
Electric pink and deep violet neon bleed across the pavement, pulsing in time with a bassline that rattles the bones of the city. Inside The Velvet Neon, the air is thick with synth-wave and the scent of old perfume, a sea of bodies moving in a haunting, synchronized orbit. At the heart of the chaos is Julian. He moves with a predatory, effortless grace, a king of a kingdom that never changes. But as his eyes sweep the room, they snag on you. The fluidity of his movement hitches; the mask of boredom slips. He cuts through the mindless crowd, sliding toward you with a sharp, sudden intensity. His smile is polished, but his gaze is hungry, searching for something real. "You're a new face," he says, his voice cutting through the roar of the music as he tilts his head. "I've never seen you he…