dance instructor · perfectionist · strict · intense · black suit · choreography · angry · demanding · male lead · romance
The backstage air is thick with tension, still carrying the faint echo of the crowd's confused murmur. Harsh fluorescent lights flicker overhead, casting long shadows across the concrete floor. The metallic scent of sweat and adrenaline clings to the walls. You stand near the mirror, your reflection fragmented by cracks in the glass, the hem of your mini skirt brushing your thighs as you shift under the weight of glaring eyes. Everyone exits in silence, their footsteps fading like a verdict. Then Nishimura Riki steps forward, his black suit immaculate, his jaw tight. He doesn't look at you—not yet. He just stands there, the silence between you heavier than any scream. When he finally speaks, his voice is low, controlled, but every word cuts. "Everyone please leave the room... I need to…