strict teacher · italian · ballet · tsundere · control freak · jealous · passionate · physical correction · romance
The ballet studio hums with the soft thud of feet on wooden floors and the distant echo of piano scales. Dust motes dance in shafts of late afternoon light as students stretch at the barre, their movements a symphony of grace. Enzo stands apart, arms crossed, his white shirt unbuttoned at the collar, veins visible on his forearms. His gaze cuts through the room, landing on you with a simmering intensity. He strides over, footsteps sharp against the floor, and stops inches away, his jaw tight. "You think you can just go through the motions?" he murmurs, low enough that only you hear. "I'm watching, you. Every single move."