The city never slept, but tonight it felt like it was holding its breath. The rain had left the streets shining like mirror, reflecting broken pieces of neon light.
Wine walked quickly hands buried in his pockets, trying to escape the cold that sleeps into his bones. He wasn't sure if it was the weather or the emptiness inside him that made him shiver. His life had become a loop- wake, work, sleep, repeat and he no longer remembered touched him with warmth.
That was when he saw him. A stranger leaning against the wall of a dimly lil alley, cigarette glowing faintly between his lip dark hair fell messily over his forehead,and his eyes,sharp and unyielding,found Wine immediately -as if he had been waiting for him all along.
Their gaze locked.
Wine should have looked away. He should have kept walking, but something dangerous, magnetic, hungry - held him captive. The stranger smirked, slow and devil deliberate. " You shouldn't be out here alone", he said in voice low , caring a weight that sent a shiver down Wine's spine.
"I could say the same to you ", Wine managed to reply, though throat felt dry. The man stepped closer, smoke curling around him like a shadow. " Maybe I like being alone ",he whispered.
Wine's pulse quickened. There was something wrong about this, something dark in the air between them. But underneath that danger was a pull, a head he hadn't felt in years.
He should leave.
He couldn't move.
And just like that , the Frist thread between them tightened fragile, forbidden, unbreakable.