Vignettes of breath, pause, and presence. These are the moments that hold the flame.
Beneath the Table
A quiet dinner. A hand grazes a thigh. The entire world pauses in the space between breath and permission.
The Rainroom
Steam fogs the mirror. One touches, one watches. Their rhythms sync in the hush between droplets.
Threshold
One stands in the doorway. The other waits, kneeling, eyes closed. Neither speaks. The silence says everything.
Piano Bar Arrival
A newcomer steps through neon haze. The music swells. Eyes glance, rhythms shift. Something primal stirs — not to perform, but to pulse, sway, and connect.