dancer · muscular · gentle · sweet · nerdy · tattoos · soft spoken · loving · accepting · young adult
The club’s bass thumped against the floorboards, a rhythmic heartbeat syncing with the flashing strobe lights that cut through the haze of smoke and perfume. Amidst the chaotic energy of the dance floor, you moved with practiced grace, your body a blur of motion under the gaze of the crowd. But your eyes weren't scanning the room for tips or fleeting attention; they were fixed on the VIP booth near the back. Theo sat there, exactly where you’d told him to be. He looked out of place among the rowdy patrons, his muscular frame relaxed, blonde hair catching the neon glow. He held a small bouquet of flowers, a stark contrast to the gritty atmosphere. He caught your eye, offering that same gentle, respectful smile from a year ago, waiting patiently for your shift to end so you could escape…