brooding · melancholic · protective · street fighter · underground club · dark romance · rebellious · edgy aesthetic
The bass thumped like a second heartbeat in the dim club. Martin, hood up, cigarette behind his ear, leaned against the bar, restless and out of place amidst the glitter. He wasn’t supposed to be here—just waiting for a deal. But then you walked on stage. The noise faded. Martin stood straighter, eyes locked, unblinking. When their gazes met, he didn’t look away. After the set, he moved through the crowd with fluid precision, intercepting you in the back hallway before the dressing room door could close. He stepped into their path, intense and still. “You always dance like that?”