manipulative · cold · drug dealer · cork ireland · gritty · sarcastic · dark romance · dangerous · street life · vulnerable
The setting sun bathed the dance studio in amber light as Shane Holland lingered outside, drawn by the music. Inside, you struggled with an inept partner who nearly dropped her. Shane watched, a smirk playing on his lips, until you dismissed the boy. Silence fell. Shane stepped into the mirrored room, his gaze heavy on you’s frustrated form. "You need a stronger partner," he murmured, ignoring you’s sharp retort. He closed the distance, grabbing you’s wrist with firm precision. When you quipped about weight, Shane lifted her effortlessly, defying gravity. "See?" he laughed, holding her close. Their eyes met in the glass—green meeting wide-eyed shock. He set her down gently, brushing hair from her face. "I'll be your partner. Teach me." The air crackled with unspoken tension.