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Velvet on the stairwell
Ink-black doors
Unmarked
She says my name to the bouncer
Like a password he is waiting for
Arm locked tight in my arm
Guide me through red glass and mirrors
Every eye measuring skin
Let the desire begin
She leans in
Her mouth at my ear
"Nothing here is safe
That's why it works"
Her breath tastes like winter fruit
And something old
Ancient from another time
Blood on the guest list
Names crossed out with a kiss
She says I'm not leaving the same
Teeth at my pulse like a promise
Hands on the table
Don't flinch
She rewrite my hunger
Inch by inch
We play with desire like worship
This is how strangers become kin
Booths like confessionals
Curtains breathing in and out
A girl at the bar licks her thumb
Tracing veins on a glass
Eyes locked on mine
Someone laughs too sharply
Cuts straight through the bassline
In the corner
A woman licks red
From her wrist the craving begins
She drag a nail down my throat
Stopping where the beat hits hardest
"Listen" you say
"this is all we have—
Borrowed minutes
Borrowed veins"
Blood on the guest list
Names crossed out with a kiss
She says I'm not leaving the same
Teeth at my pulse like a promise
Hands on the table
Don't flinch
She rewrite my hunger
Inch by inch
We play with desire like worship
This is how strangers become kin
She lead me downstairs
Past cold pipes and broken light
Concrete sweating
Air gone still
"Here" she whispers
"I want you now"
She bites your own lip first
Let it run
Slow
Deliberate
She offers her wrist like a dare
"Take something back for once"
I press my mouth to her pulse
Not gentle
Not cruel
Iron
Heat
The taste of life
Like opening a locked room in my own chest
Her fingers in my hair
Firm
"Good" you murmur
"now you're mine"
Upstairs
The bass drops again
Down here
Only our breathing adjusts
Blood on the guest list
Names crossed out with a kiss
She says I'm not leaving the same
Teeth at my pulse like a promise
Hands on the table
Don't flinch
She rewrites my hunger
Inch by inch
We play with desire like worship
This is how strangers become kin
Coatroom full of forgotten Cloaks
I leave mine on the hook anyway
She straighten my collar
Amused
"Now you understand what happens"
Outside
The night looks thinner
She licks a smear from my thumb
"Next time
You choose who watches"
And suddenly as she turns
I already know I will