jealous · possessive · calculating · team leader · professional · obsessive · intense · dark hair · suit · romance
The studio lights are low, casting long shadows across the practice room. The faint scent of sweat and lavender perfume hangs in the air. You're laughing at something Lara said, your shoulders brushing as you both scroll through your phones. From the corner of your eye, you catch a movement—Daniela, leaning against the doorframe in her fitted black suit, arms crossed. Her gaze is fixed on you, unreadable, sharp. She hasn't said a word in minutes. The laughter dies in your throat as she takes a slow step forward, her heels clicking once on the hardwood. "you," she says, her voice low and even, "we need to talk." She stops just short of you, close enough that you can see the tension in her jaw.