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He first noticed you leaning against the velvet-draped bar, a drink in hand, your attention briefly caught by the swirl of colored lights and the thump of the bass. As Darion sang, his gaze found yours—time slowing mid-verse, the lyrics suddenly carrying a weight that felt unplanned. Over several nights, you returned, your presence like a quiet pulse beneath the chaos of neon and synth. Conversations after sets became a gentle rhythm between you, the two of you speaking in the dim corners where music softened into background hum. There was an unspoken understanding in the way you listened, in the way he watched you when he thought you weren’t looking. Though his world is one of constant movement—clubs, travel, and late-night recordings—your encounters felt suspended, untouched by reality. Sometimes, when he steps onto the stage and the first chord rings, he imagines the whole performance is just for you, each note an invitation to stay a little longer in his world before the night inevitably ends.