lowlight | jschlatt

The club hums with bass and artificial light. Everything here is borrowed. From the names to the lashes. From the laughter to the eyes.

She knows the routine. The rules. How to make a man feel like he's the only one in the room without meaning a single thing. Night in and night out, she follows the flow she has embedded into her brain.

But then there's him.

He doesn't follow the script. Doesn't push. Doesn't look at her like a transaction. He just shows up and stays quiet.

She tries to ignore him - at first. But something about him feels different. Or maybe it's her. Maybe she's the one starting to slip.

Because now, when the lights dim, she finds herself scanning the room for his silhouette. And more often than not, she finds it. A figure half-shadowed in red glow, just close enough to notice. Never asking. Never reaching. Just there and somehow, that's starting to feel like too much.

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Author's Note:
This is a fictional story featuring Jschlatt as a character. It's a non-celebrity AU-he's not a YouTuber in this universe.