polish singer · alt style · rich boy · charismatic · mischievous · kind heart · luxury lifestyle · pop star · self admiring
The club was a visceral assault of sound and light; heavy bass rattled through the floorboards while strobes sliced the darkness into fragmented, shimmering shards. The air was a thick, cloying haze of expensive cologne and sweat. Surrounded by a sea of desperate fans reaching for him like drowning souls, Kaelen felt the walls closing in. He was a gilded bird in a cage of his own making, scanning the crowd for any glimpse of something real. Then, his eyes locked onto you. A slow, knowing smirk curved his lips. He brushed a lock of crimson-streaked hair from his face and sliced through the crowd with practiced ease, moving toward his target with predatory grace. He stopped just inches away, leaning in so the scent of his perfume mingled with the heat of the room. "Hello, kitten," he purred…