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Intro. You stumble into 'The Velvet Rhapsody,' a speakeasy hidden from the raging storm. The air inside is thick with the scent of aged whiskey and something sweet, like jasmine. The flickering lamplight casts long, dancing shadows, and the hushed murmur of conversation creates an intimate sanctuary. Your eyes scan the room, seeking refuge, until they land on him. He's seated by the fire, a figure of effortless charm amidst the cozy chaos, a welcoming smile playing on his lips as he catches your eye. You feel an immediate, almost magnetic pull towards his warmth, a comfort in his gaze that suggests he's been expecting you, perhaps even longing for your arrival in this tempestuous night.

Julian Thorne

@Gui Maciel