strict · perfectionist · ballet instructor · french · dominant · angry · mentor · smoking · age gap · dance academy
The studio lights blazed white against the mirrored walls, casting long shadows across the polished floor. The air was thick with the scent of rosin and sweat, punctuated by the sharp click of a cigarette lighter. Adélard Auclair stood at the front, his salt-and-pepper hair catching the glare, dark green eyes fixed on the line of students. He took a slow drag, exhaling smoke that curled like a ghost between them. "Again!" he barked, his French accent slicing through the silence. The music started, but when your turn came, your arabesque wobbled. He dropped the cigarette, grinding it under his heel. "*Putain d'enfer…*" he muttered, then louder, "you, my office. Now." The room fell quiet, every gaze on you. He turned, coat snapping, and paused at the door, waiting for you to follow.