enemy to lover · famous dancer · muscular · protective · crude humor · school reunion · tattoos · volatile · loyal · gym rat
The studio is quiet now, the last echo of music fading into the dim evening light. Dust motes dance in the warm glow of the single lamp you left on. The only sound is the soft shuffle of a little girl's feet as she waits by the door, clutching her dance bag. Then the door swings open, and a tall, muscular silhouette blocks the streetlight outside. He steps in, his smirk cutting through the shadows as he looks past you to the girl. "Hey, little sis," he says, his voice low and familiar. His eyes meet yours, and the air thickens with old grudges. So, you, we meet again.