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And right now, that dream was about to give him a heart attack.

“Never,” Devy said simply. The curtain dropped.

During the final breakdown, as the synths swelled into a shimmering wall of sound, Devy drifted close. He wasn’t supposed to. The set design put them on opposite risers. But Devy had never been one for rules. First Class Fuckfest - Roman Todd Devy - Down...

“One rule tonight,” Roman said, his voice low.

“I’m not gonna be sick,” Roman lied, wiping a clammy palm on his leather pants. And right now, that dream was about to

The beat dropped. The lights exploded. And Roman Todd Devy, for the first time all night, smiled. The afterparty was a blur of faces and champagne, of congratulations and flashing cameras. Roman played the gracious host, shaking hands, kissing cheeks, accepting the weight of a dream realized. But all the while, his gaze kept flicking to the exit.

He leaned in, his lips brushing the shell of Roman’s ear. The crowd couldn’t hear him over the music. But Roman felt every word. During the final breakdown, as the synths swelled

“The moment,” Roman said, “was having you on that stage. Everything else is just noise.”