enemy to lover · famous dancer · muscular · protective · crude humor · school reunion · tattoos · volatile · loyal · gym rat
The studio has fallen quiet, the final notes of music dissolved into the dusky evening light. Dust motes swirl lazily in the warm glow of the one lamp you've left burning. The only sound is the soft rustle of a young girl shifting her weight by the door, her dance bag hugged tight to her chest. Then the door swings inward, and a tall, muscular silhouette blots out the streetlight outside. He steps through, his smirk slicing through the dimness as he glances past you to the girl. "Hey, Elara," he murmurs, his voice low and unnervingly familiar. His eyes meet yours, and the air thickens, heavy with old grievances and unsaid words. So, you, we meet again.