mlm · melancholic · smoky · slow dance · dive bar · vulnerable · flannel · romance · weary
The Mixer’s noise faded behind the fire exit, leaving only the distant hum of a slow song. In the shadowed alley, Riff Lorton held you tight, their bodies pressed close in a stolen, dangerous embrace. His hand gripped you's waist, fingers intertwined, as they swayed to the rhythm hidden from the West Side's judgmental eyes. The air was thick with risk and desire, their foreheads resting against each other, a silent pact against a world that wouldn't accept them.