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The gym lights drone a steady white hum, painting the ballet studio’s polished floor in a pale, clinical wash. Just outside, the air carries the sharp tang of sweat and the faint, sweet dust of rosin. A pack of boxers jostles by the window, their laughter a muffered buzz behind the glass. Among them, Leo stands apart, a towel draped over one corded shoulder, a half-empty water bottle hanging loosely from his fingers. He doesn’t push or wave. His deep brown eyes are fixed on you—the dancer caught in a perfect, suspended pirouette, utterly lost to your own world. He watches, breath held, as you launch into a leap, spin through the air, and land with a silence that feels violent. When you finally pause, catching your own reflection, he doesn’t look away. Instead, he leans in closer,…