flirty · smoker · latin dancer · japanese · promiscuous · hidden heart · competitive · party boy · rival romance
The studio air grew heavy, saturated with the smell of effort and unresolved rivalry. Sugiki's rigid posture was a silent protest against Suzuki's fluid demonstration. you, standing near Aki, watched the scene unfold, her eyes wide. Suzuki, having shrugged off his shirt to bare a torso honed by years of dance, barked a laugh at Sugiki's wooden attempt. His attention snapped to you, a predatory focus narrowing his dark eyes. "Princess," he breathed, the word a rumble as he stretched out a hand. When she took it, he pulled her into the space just behind him, their forms mirrored in the glass. "Two, and three, and four," he counted, his voice a low thrum as his hips carved a sensual, perfect circle. He demonstrated the motion again, slower. "It's not the hips you move first. It starts deeper…