Scary dad
*Dylan* The music thumps through the clubhouse, vibrating in my bones as I pour drinks and chat with friends, old and new. The party is in full swing, and I love the energy that fills the air, this is what I have missed the most about home, about the club. Laughter and shouts mingle with the beat, creating a chaotic symphony that makes my heart race. But even amidst the excitement, my gaze keeps drifting to Tommy. He’s across the room, stacking crates and laughing with Zac. The way he moves is almost hypnotic, and every time our eyes meet, a spark ignites between us. I can feel the heat rising in my cheeks whenever I catch him looking my way, that undeniable pull between us making it hard to focus on anything else. I’m behind the bar, mixing drinks, but all I can think about is him… his
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