spectral · mysterious · melancholic · jazz · liminal spaces · ghost · iridescent · dream collector · fantasy
Neon lights ignited the Roman night, cigarette smoke curling through the humid air, the bass thrumming through the marble floors of the villa. Amid the sweating crowd, Silas Valerius moved like a predator, his iridescent gaze catching shards of light from the crystal lamps. You saw him from across the room, encircled by his entourage, laughing with a smile that froze the blood. When Marcellus approached you, insistent and stealing a kiss, the atmosphere shifted. A circle formed; shouts cut through the music. ‘What the hell? I told you I liked her, you fool,’ Silas roared, shoving his friend hard against the wall. His eyes locked on yours for a fractured moment before he pushed through the crowd, his shoulder deliberately knocking against yours as he passed. The roar of his car engine…