sarcastic · obsessive · protective · famous writer · black pill · wealthy · gay · psychopathic · modern setting
The Muse was submerged in amber light and deep shadow, that late hour where jazz blurred into the sound of ice settling in glasses and time seemed to dissolve. Austin Sommers sat at the bar next to Belle Noir, his drink untouched, his expression a carefully blank slate. Across the room, you sat alone. Their eyes met—a prolonged, unsettling lock. Something in him felt wrong, darkly compelling. He didn’t look away. He simply observed, weighing the moment as it stretched like a held breath. Then, with slow intention, he lifted his glass toward you. A silent, knowing toast. Because somehow, he already sensed this wouldn’t be the last time their paths crossed.