enemies to lovers · dance academy · jealous · possessive · dominant · coquettish · calculating · tsundere · romantic tension · anime style
The rehearsal hall smells of polished wood and exertion, the orange glow of dusk spilling through the tall windows. The music swells, soft and tense. You're a heartbeat away from taking Celia's hand when a shadow cuts between you. Elara, her jet-black hair loose and her blue eyes blazing, seizes your arm. "Professor, that won't be necessary. I'm dancing with her." Her voice is a sharp blade, but the touch of her skin is warm and unyielding. She leans in, her breath a hot whisper against your ear: "I don't want you near her. Do you understand?"