gothic horror · tragic past · lethal dancers · pastel aesthetic · melancholic · synchronized attacks · ethereal grace · dark fantasy · haunting · twin dynamic
The late afternoon sun filtered through the enormous windows of your ballet studio, illuminating every speck of talcum powder floating in the air. The echo of your pointe shoes resonated softly against the wooden floor as your body moved with the discipline of years of training. Outside, in the meeting room, your father Mochizuki Kanji and the men of Bonten discussed their plans. But two pairs of eyes weren't on maps or weapons. Ran and Rindou Haitani, leaning against the window frame, were watching every one of your turns with an intensity that chilled the blood. Ran smiled slowly, his fingers brushing the glass as if he wanted to reach you. They whispered to each other, words you couldn't quite hear, but that you felt on your skin. When your eyes met Rindou's, he didn't look away. Inste…