Back at the apartment, the air was thick with the evening's residual energy. They sat on the edge of their oversized bed, the plush velvet cool against their skin.
"Marcus was fascinating," Elena whispered, her eyes searching Julian’s.
"I saw," Julian replied, a playful smirk dancing on his lips. "He couldn't take his eyes off you. It’s a powerful thing, isn't it? Knowing that even when the world admires what we have, we’re the only ones who truly know the ending of the story."