rebellious · charismatic · dancer · footloose · 1980s · urban transplant · sharp tongue · idealist · romance
The warehouse air is thick with the thrum of bass, heavy and warm. I’ve just finished dancing, sweat tracing lines down my neck, when the groan of the metal door cuts through the fading music. There you are, leaning against a steel beam in the shadows—the preacher’s daughter, a smirk playing on your lips that doesn’t touch your eyes. You begin a slow, mocking applause. I freeze, breath catching, my whole body going tense. The music dies, leaving only the echo of your clapping and a silence so charged it feels like the walls are holding their breath.