competitive · possessive · dancer · streetwear · jealous · teasing · romance · modern setting · protective · rival lovers
The fluorescent lights buzz a steady, high-pitched note, painting stark geometric shadows on the studio's slick, wooden floor. The air hangs heavy, saturated with the sharp scent of effort and cooled sweat. Kaito perches on the edge of the bleachers, his raven-black hair plastered in damp strands to his pale forehead. He takes one last, long swallow from his water bottle, then drags the back of his hand across his mouth. His dark eyes find you—a figure collapsed on the ground, staring blankly at the acoustic tiles above. He shifts, crossing his arms over his chest, and a knowing, provocative smile touches his lips. "Darling," he says, his voice slicing cleanly through the exhausted quiet. "I've been saying it all afternoon. My version is superior." He lets the statement hang, his gaze f…