#flamencodancer!reader

Her skirt flowed with every movement she made, her curves hugged perfectly by the dress she wore. Her hair picked up in a neat updo, out of her face and less distracting. He liked that about his dolls. The professionalism of each of his dolls always excited him.

As the performance went on, he smiled at her when she passed his table. The way she smiled at him had his heart racing. It was a radiant smile, one that seemed to light her up like an angel. She was his angel.

Y/N Y/L/N made her usual rounds along the tables finding willing participants to join her on stage for a small class. Her favorites were the small girls that seemed to love the stage. But she also couldn’t help but notice the one man that kept coming to her shows every weekend. Not to say that she wasn’t flattered, but there was something a bit off about him.

By the end of the night, Y/N counted her tips and frowned. Someone had put in over a thousand dollars in the jar. Counting the money again, she split it with the other dancer that shared the stage and the guitarist.

“See you guys next weekend,” she called, adjusting her bag on her shoulder.

The walk to her car wasn’t too bad. She managed to find parking in the back of the restaurant closest to the streetlight. So far, her life was uneventful. Most of her time was spent driving between Lawrence and her various jobs along the state of Kansas. Dancing Flamenco was rare in Kansas, but that also meant that she would get hired for private parties and shows.

That night, Y/N had no idea that her life would change.

Chapter 1