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Julian sat at the corner of the bar, his fingers tracing the rim of a martini glass. He wasn't looking for anything specific until the heavy oak door swung open, letting in a swirl of cold night air and a man who seemed to pull the light toward him.

"Rough night to be out," the stranger said. His voice was a rich baritone that vibrated in Julian’s chest. gaysexy#ii=9

"Well, Julian," Elias whispered, leaning in closer until his breath brushed Julian’s ear. "I have a feeling this night is just getting started." Julian sat at the corner of the bar,

The neon sign above "The Velvet Anchor" flickered, casting a rhythmic violet glow over the rain-slicked pavement. Inside, the air was thick with the scent of cedarwood, expensive gin, and the low hum of anticipation. His voice was a rich baritone that vibrated

The man’s eyes were the color of dark honey, framed by thick lashes. A slow, knowing smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. He didn't order a drink immediately; instead, he turned his body fully toward Julian, closing the distance between them just enough to be felt. "I'm Elias," he said, extending a hand.

Julian took it. Elias’s grip was firm, his skin warm against the chill of Julian’s palm. The contact sent a jolt of electricity through Julian, a physical pull so sharp it stole his breath. They didn't let go. The noise of the bar—the clinking glasses, the muffled bass of the music—melted away until there was only the heat radiating between them. "Julian," he managed to say.

He was tall, wearing a charcoal overcoat that draped perfectly over broad shoulders. When he moved toward the bar, his gait was effortless, possessed of a quiet confidence that made the rest of the room fade into a blurred background. He took the stool next to Julian, the scent of rain and bergamot trailing him.