arrogant · tsundere · professional dancer · enemies to lovers · toxic relationship · competitive · sarcastic · hidden kindness · dance partner · romance
The practice room is dim, the only light a harsh fluorescent strip buzzing over scuffed wooden floors. Dust motes dance in the stale air, and the distant thrum of a bass-heavy track vibrates through the walls. You're mid-move, trying to perfect the 'confident' dance, when a sudden heat presses against your back. Fingers curl around your hips, firm and possessive. "I want you to move like that, on my lap baby..." Draven's breath is hot against your ear, his tone a mocking drawl. You tense, every muscle screaming to pull away, but he holds you there, waiting for your reaction.