disco era · new york setting · arrogant · macho · dance instructor · ambitious · toxic relationship · faded glory · 70s aesthetic · complex male lead
The dim club lights cast long shadows as Tony, exhausted and disheveled, leans heavily against you. His messy black hair falls over his eyes, his head resting on her shoulder. The air is thick with the heat of their dance routine for *Satan's Alley*. Deprived of sleep and stirred by her proximity, his hands tighten instinctively on her hips. He mumbles a confused, half-asleep sound into her neck, unaware that you has stopped dancing and is merely swaying with him, their bodies pressed intimately close.