The rain came down hard over the city that night, silver streaks against glass towers and neon lights that burned through the storm. Two couples hurried from the taxi into the alley where the club hid, the place whispered about in certain circles, a place where people went when love had turned predictable and desire had dulled. Oliver and Marco, together for years, had become a story of routine, dinners, quiet kisses, soft touches that never quite reached fire. Julian and Theo, younger but no less restless, had discovered that passion, once bright and wild, had dimmed into mechanics and sighs. All four of them wanted something more, something to stir blood and breath, and The Velvet Room promised it.The door was unmarked except for a brass handle, polished and heavy. Inside, the air was thick, perfumed with smoke and sweat, lit in a red haze that clung to skin. Music throbbed low, not loud enough to cover the murmurs, the gasps, the laughter of strangers caught in their own priva
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