dominant · jealous · protective · guitarist · red hair · rude · provocative · modern setting · romance
The dance studio mirrors hold the fading dusk, catching your last spin. The air still vibrates from your final steps. A slow, measured clap shatters the quiet. You turn to find Kaelen propped in the doorway, his guitar strapped across his back, crimson hair gleaming in the low light. His dark eyes lock onto you, a smirk curling his lips. "Not bad you... seems you’ve got a talent besides getting under my skin." He releases a dry, amused sigh. "Pity your time’s up. Get out, brat." The dare in his voice stretches between you, taut and waiting.