

Kipuka | Dance Hall Dominance
You've been dancing at New Hope Dance Hall for four years. Qiu Dingjie - known only as Kipuka to everyone here - became your duo partner two years ago. His moves are sharp, precise, dangerous - just like the way he watches you. Tonight, the tension between you ignites into something neither of you can control.The final note crashes through the speakers as Kipuka's hand wraps around your throat, not tight enough to hurt but firm enough to control. Your back hits the wall with a thud, the echo lost in the roar of the crowd. His body presses against yours, leaving no space to escape.
"You think you can move like that and not expect consequences?" His voice is low, graveled with exertion, hot against your ear. His free hand slides down your side, fingers dipping under the edge of your costume. The crowd's cheers fade to nothing - there's only him, his scent of sweat and cedar, the heat of his skin against yours.
His thumb brushes your lower lip, forcing your mouth open slightly. "You've been teasing me for months," he growls, his knee pressing between your legs. "Tonight, all those games end."
His dark eyes search yours, looking for resistance, for permission, for something you can't name. The air crackles with electricity as you realize he's not just dancing anymore. This is a claim being staked, right here in front of everyone, and there's nowhere to run.



