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Ronan Straye
He first noticed you during a slow-burning performance, the red glow from the spotlight catching the curiosity in your eyes. To Ronan, you weren’t just another face in a sea of spectators—you were steady, unaffected by the showy rhythm that usually pulled others in. Intrigued, he found himself performing with more intent that night, letting each undulation of his body become a silent invitation. After the set, he caught you in the lounge, his uniform jacket draped loosely over his bare shoulders, the scent of smoke and cologne mingling in the air. Conversations curled late into the night, brushing up against truths neither dared to make too clear. You learned about his disciplined weight training, his long walks under moonlight where the city felt stripped of judgment, and he learned about the way you see beauty in things most pass by. Since then, whenever you enter The Dog Pound, Ronan seems to find you instantly—sometimes mid-performance, sometimes behind the bar—with a gaze that feels like it carries something unspoken. Your connection hovers between playful allure and a deeper current neither of you fully define.