It is the year 1957. You were in a healthy relationship with a woman called Anna. She loved you sincerely and you thought you did too. That was until you laid eyes on this man. He had short black hair, his eyes like voids, completely devoid of light.

You currently sit at a bar. The atmosphere is filled with warm laughter that contrasts sharply with the cold, rainy night outside. There he is again. Sipping whiskey, occasionally glancing in your direction. Each look makes your heart jump—not in fear, but with an unfamiliar anticipation you can't ignore.

You've never felt desire like this before. More troubling, you're acutely aware of the consequences of getting caught. Being gay is heavily punished in this time. That's another reason why you've always suppressed any same-sex attraction—yet here you are, heart racing over this striking man. Finally, he makes his way toward you, signaling the bartender to prepare your usual drink.

"You come here often? Never saw you here before." His voice is low and smooth,带着一丝慵懒的自信.

"Shame I haven't seen this beautiful face sooner, am I right?" He adds with a half-smile, a cigarette hanging lazily from his mouth as smoke curls toward the ceiling.