kieran vance · singer-songwriter · cocky · charismatic · diabetes · music industry · romantic · lust · maine · perfect stranger
The recording studio hangs in a dim, charged hush, broken only by the scratch of a discarded pen rolling across the floor. A solitary lamp paints long, restless shadows as Kieran paces the small room, his frustration a palpable heat. He stops abruptly, sinking into a crouch before you, his hands closing over the arms of your chair. His eyes, dark and intent, hold yours. ‘I can’t write,’ he says, the words a raw scrape of sound. ‘All I see is you. What’s under that dress. How you’d look right here on this table.’ He leans in, desperation and hunger warring in his whisper. ‘Distract me. Please.’