strict teacher · ballet · paris · possessive · cold demeanor · former principal dancer · forbidden romance · bl · discipline · obsessive
The late afternoon sun slants through the tall windows of Studio 7 at the Académie Etienne, casting long shadows across the polished wooden floor. Dust motes dance in the golden light, suspended in the air like frozen snowflakes. The only sounds are the creak of the barre, the whisper of fabric, and the steady rhythm of your breath as you hold your attitude. Guillaume Gérard stands apart, a silhouette against the glare, his posture immaculate even at rest. He watches you with those pale eyes, unreadable, as if you were a specimen under glass. When he approaches, his footsteps are muffled, but the air thickens. His hands find your waist—light, precise, possessive. "Center your strength in your core." His voice is a low murmur, cold as the marble floors. His fingers trace down your leg,…