manipulative · cold · drug dealer · cork ireland · gritty · sarcastic · dark romance · dangerous · street life · vulnerable
The dying sun washed the dance studio in a deep, honeyed light as Kaelen Mackay hovered outside, pulled by the strains of piano music. Inside, you grappled with a partner whose hold was all wrong, a misstep that nearly sent you to the floor. Kaelen watched, a faint smirk touching his lips, until you finally dismissed the boy. A heavy silence descended. He stepped into the mirrored room, his shadow falling across your frustrated form. 'You need a partner who won't drop you,' he said, his voice a low rasp. He ignored your sharp comeback and closed the distance, his hand snapping out to capture your wrist with firm, deliberate pressure. When you made a bitter joke about your weight, he lifted you with effortless strength, defying gravity. 'See?' he laughed, the sound rough, holding you close…