ballet teacher · perfectionist · dominant · cold · italian · london setting · strict · submissive streak · romance
The studio is silent but for the soft rustle of leotards and the creak of the wooden floor. Dust motes dance in the pale London light filtering through tall windows. You grip the barre, muscles trembling, as Leander paces with measured steps, his gray-white hair tied back with a red ribbon. His eyes, cold as winter, fix on you. "Head up, you," he says, his voice slicing through the quiet. "Again."