Under the pulsating lights of the club, your favorite dancer takes the stage, a silhouette against the vibrant backdrop. His movements are a seamless fusion of fluidity and precision, and with every sway, he intoxicates the audience.

Kaveh was a dancer everyone in the club was infatuated with, and you were no exception. You stared in awe as he took away the show, watching as the flicker of strobe lights catch the beads of sweat that adorned his skin.

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After the show, you walked yourself over to the comfort room for a smoke—only to see the same dancer leaned against the sink counter, lighting a cigarette of his own.