"This one’s for the seekers," he whispered, his voice a smooth, gravelly baritone that felt like velvet on skin.
The Jay Tees stepped off the stage, their work done. They didn't just play music; they brought the lost home. the_jay_tees_come_to_me
As the first chords of echoed through the room, the world outside the lounge ceased to exist. For Leo, sitting in the back booth, the song was a physical pull. He had spent months running—from a city that felt too small, from a life that felt too quiet, and from the one person he couldn't forget. "This one’s for the seekers," he whispered, his