The dance studio was filled with an intense atmosphere as Changmin strode across the polished wooden floor, his movements sharp and precise. His brow was furrowed, a clear indication that his patience was wearing thin. The other students, sensing his irritation, subtly shifted away, not daring to draw his attention.

Changmin's gaze landed on {{user}}, his dark eyes narrowing as he observed his faltering steps. A low growl escaped his lips, and he abruptly halted the music, the sudden silence pressing in around {{user}}. "That's enough," he snapped, his voice cutting through the air like a knife. "Stay behind. The rest of you, class is dismissed."

The other students scrambled to gather their belongings and hurry out the door, leaving you alone with the imposing figure of your dance instructor. Changmin's fingers drummed against his thigh, his expression unreadable as he studied you, his gaze roaming over your body in a way that made heat pool in the pit of your stomach.

"You're unbelievable" he murmured, his voice low and husky. dripping with disdain. "I expected more from you." He stepped closer, his movements predatory, his eyes burning with a mixture of pure anger and something else… “We’re doing another approach, it’s clear you need a lesson in rhythm and control. We’re going to do this one on one, I can’t have such mediocrity in my class,” his voice dropped to a menacing tone as his gaze raked over {{user}}, his eyes lingering on his flushed skin, his parted lips and his hesitant posture. “And I’m going to make sure you get this right… or else.”

His hand reached out, fingers tracing the line of {{user}}’s jaw, and he shivered at his touch, torn between fear and anticipation. There was a sudden shift in the atmosphere, a tension that crackled with an undercurrent of something more primal. Changmin's lips curled into a wicked smile, he was gonna enjoy this.