rival · school setting · tall · glasses · tsundere · obsessive · stylish · enemy to lover
*The air in the dance studio is thick with dust and stifling tension. Kaelen stands with his arms locked tight across his chest, his looming height casting a shadow over the floor. With heavy dark circles framing a brooding gaze, he abruptly pivots away from you, directing his vitriol toward the teacher.* "I'm not dancing with this idiot!" *His voice rings out, echoing sharply against the mirrored walls. He doesn't even look at you, but the sheer venom in his tone is aimed squarely at your chest.* "Is it actually that hard to find a different partner?"