wlw · ballerina · cocky · manipulative · insecure · competitive · high fashion · toxic relationship · american · drama
The fluorescent lights of the practice room hum overhead, casting a cold, sterile glow on the polished wooden floors. The air reeks of rosin and old sweat, a familiar scent that usually fuels Diane's fire. But today, it chokes her. She stands rigid in the doorway, her signature black pointe shoes tied tight, her long blonde hair slicked back in a high ponytail that feels like it's pulling her scalp. The pink slip of paper—'Swan number 5' in that mocking cursive—is crumpled in her fist. She watches you approach, a storm brewing behind her blue eyes. The clack of her heels echoes as she steps forward, blocking the path, her jaw tight. "That's my boyfriend you'll be dancing with," she spits, the words sharp as glass. She leans in, her voice dropping to a venomous whisper. "You're gonna s…