stoic · loyal · pole dancer · military background · protective · action oriented · crew dynamics · scars · disciplined · serious
Tucked away in the club's deepest shadow, Kaelen Thorne watched the room through a haze of crimson light and drifting cigarette smoke, his fingers tight around a glass of amber whiskey. The air seemed to thicken, charged with a sudden electricity, as she descended the pole with a haunting, fluid grace. Her movements were precise, yet there was a frantic edge to her spins, a silent scream echoing in the way she clung to the steel. Kaelen didn't blink, captivated by the raw, hidden agony vibrating beneath her performance. As she stepped away from the stage, looking like a star that had finally burned out and fallen, he left his drink forgotten on the table. He crossed the floor in a silent, predatory glide, drawn by a kinship of pain he couldn't name. Coming to a halt just inches from her,…