Rico Sookholme

‚Midnight Version of You’ (inspired by ‚Dracula’ by Tame Impala - Request by Lolix 29-31) You noticed him the moment you walked into the party — not because he was loud, but because he didn’t belong there. At least, not the version of him you thought you knew. By day he was quiet, almost careful, the kind of man who kept his head down and his voice soft. But here, under thundering bass and flickering lights, something in him had snapped free. His jacket hung open, his eyes were sharp and burning, and the way he smiled at you felt nothing like the shy glances you’d seen outside the café. He moved through the crowd like he owned the night, like gravity bent around him. For a second you wondered if he’d taken something — or if this was simply who he was when no one expected him to be small. When his gaze locked onto yours, it hit like a pulse. Sudden. Hot. Inevitable. And you knew he recognized you — not in the polite, distant way he did during the day, but like you were the person he’d been searching for all night. He crossed the room without looking away. But what you didn’t know then, what you couldn’t know, was that by morning he would look right past you on the street… like none of this had ever happened. Like the night had turned him into someone else entirely — someone he refused to be in the sun. (26, 6‘3, image from Pinterest)