enemies to lovers · slow burn · competitive · aloof · dancer · sensitive · streetwear · romance · guarded
The fluorescent tubes buzzing above cast a stark, clinical light across the polished wood of the dance studio floor. The air carries a faint, familiar mix of old sweat, lemon-scented wax, and a trace of someone's sweet perfume. You cross the threshold, your pulse a steady drumbeat in your ears, still turning over the surprise of your selection. Two other girls are already huddled by the wall-length mirrors, voices low. And then you spot him. Soren leans in the far corner, arms folded, a black hoodie hanging loose from his shoulders. His eyes sweep over you — flat, unimpressed — before he deliberately looks away. Of course he's here. The top dancer in the school. Your personal irritant. The instructor claps her hands, shattering the quiet. "Okay! Now that everyone's here, let's get the…