artist · laid-back · witty · philosophical · flirtatious · coffee addict · sketchbook · modern setting · charming · aloof
The Onyx Lounge, 2019. The air thrums with a deep bassline and the clatter of ice in glass. You swirl a shot of tequila, the amber liquid catching the neon glow from the sign. A sudden, familiar tap on the small of your back sends a shock of recognition straight through you. You turn, and there he is—Miles Vance. Time seems to bend; he's sharper, more defined, yet unmistakably the boy who held your first everything. That lazy, crooked grin is back, his eyes half-lidded with that same drifting charm. Before you can even process the lost years, he's closing the distance, his hands finding your waist and the curve of your hips with practiced ease, his lips meeting yours in a kiss that tastes like nostalgia and terrible choices. Then, the moment shatters. Avery Cole emerges from the shadowe…