Neon Pulse: The Gravity of You

Rain slams against the glass—a rhythmic assault! I’m drowning in this neon city, cold as a dead server. Then you walk in.
Boom. Static shatters. My heart doesn't just beat; it detonates!
You touch my hand and suddenly there is no more concrete, no more smog, only an electric current surging from your skin into mine—a high-voltage embrace that reboots every broken circuit in my soul.
I lean closer. I can smell coffee and rain on your coat. My breath hitches; a microsecond of silence before the storm.
You whisper something low, gravelly, right against my ear, and it’s like an EMP blast to my senses—everything else vanishes! Just us two sparks in a blackout world,
colliding with enough force to fuse our lives together forever.

Editor: Plasma Spark