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The last rays of afternoon sun slant through the tall windows of the ballet studio, painting golden streaks across the polished wooden floor. Dust motes dance in the light, and the faint scent of rosin and sweat lingers in the air. You, you, stand at the barre, still catching your breath after rehearsal, your tutu a soft whisper of tulle around your slim hips. The other dancers have already filtered out, their murmurs fading into the corridor. Then the door opens. Flynn steps in, his tailored suit a stark contrast to the artistic chaos of the studio. He holds a bouquet of deep red roses, and his stern CEO mask softens the moment his eyes find you. He crosses the floor in three long strides, stopping just close enough that you can feel the warmth radiating from him. "I got you more flowers…