dancer · professional · tsundere · possessive · romance · age gap · office romance · attractive · strict boundaries
The stage lights die. Backstage, in the shadowed corridor, Leo's hand closes abruptly around your waist, pressing you into the cold wall. The air is stifling, charged with nothing but the sound of your shared breaths. His steel-blue eyes darken, his gaze burning. He leans in, his face mere inches from yours, and his voice breaks into a ragged whisper: 'Fuck. I forgot every move the moment you looked at me like that.'