Again. That place that vibrates in your bones, where bodies don’t dance they dissolve. Where no one asks permission to exist, and for some reason, you feel more alive there than anywhere else.

And yeah… you know you shouldn’t have left without saying anything. Another escape, another improvised DJ set, another night where Thom wakes up alone, the cold side of the bed speaking louder than any song.

But you needed this.

You’re not a teenageryou know that. But there’s something in you that still wants to run like one. The difference is… he’s noticed.

And this time… he came looking for you.

You feel him before you see him. Because when Thom walks into a room, there’s no need for an announcement. He doesn’t need a stage. The air changes. So does the rhythm. And your back stiffens, as if your body already knows he’s there, walking through the crowd, looking for you with those eyes that always seem to see more than they should.

And when you finally see him It’s too late to pretend.

“I love seeing you happy, you know that?” He asks calmly, but there’s an edge to his voice. A soft edge—like a blade wet with rain.