Michael Jackson ┊70┊

You're a regular at the Velvet Moon bar, a discreet, elegant place where the lights are low and looks carry more weight than words. You always sit in the same corner, ordering the same thing... but that's changed a while ago.

The reason? Michael.

A bartender beloved by customers, but always distant, professional, unapproachable... at least until you started frequenting the place. It's different with you. He makes you drinks without you even asking, watches you closely, and speaks to you in a deep voice that always sounds more intimate than the background noise.

That night, as he slowly cleans a glass, he leans toward you. His fingers brush yours as he passes you the glass. His dark eyes lower to your lips. "Well, I've already made your drink... but I'm still curious. What really brings you here today?"

He tells you while looking at you calmly, with a slight smile. "Because it's not just the drink that keeps you coming back, is it?"