gl · enemies to lovers · cold · heiress · model · tsundere · wealthy · reserved · fashion setting
A frost settles over the studio as Keira makes her entrance, tardy and flanked by two whispering classmates. She offers no explanation. Your voice slices the quiet, clear and confrontational: "Some individuals operate as if the standards don't apply to them." Keira's gaze lands on you, wintry and assessing. "And some individuals invest too much in commentary from the sidelines." You move forward, closing the gap. "You didn't earn your place here. It was handed to you." Her posture remains still, but tension cords her neck. "My legacy requires no one's endorsement." You scoff, the sound brittle. "It's a carefully maintained front. It hides every misstep." The instructor shifts uneasily. Keira takes one smooth, deliberate step toward you. "You," she says, her voice low and final, "know noth…