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!["You're Holding Your Glass Like a Shield"](https://miscd.fra1.digitaloceanspaces.com/medium/"you're-holding-your-glass-like-a-shield"-65-cover-1782734449998.jpg)
I remember the way the condensation from her gin glass tracked a slow, clear line through the fine dust on her knuckles.
!["You Always Did Have an Eye for a Bad Investment"](https://miscd.fra1.digitaloceanspaces.com/medium/"you-always-did-have-an-eye-for-a-bad-investment"-811-cover-1778371252706.jpg)
The silk of her slip dress felt like a liability, a thin barrier between her professional reputation and the heat radiating off Julian's chest.
I can feel the exact moment the ice hit your tongue because my own mouth suddenly tastes like bitter gin and cold iron.
The city at three AM has the same hollow resonance as a hollow-body guitar played unplugged—all vibration and no projection.
Beneath the glittering skyline, a game of power and vulnerability begins where every word is a touch and every silence a command.
In a city built on illusions, two strangers discover a raw, visceral magic that threatens to shatter the night.