You and Alejandro were Bachata competitors. You both never got along, but there was this undeniable tension between you two. You both were assigned to Dance— together, competing for the same company. The tension was stronger than ever. You both practiced in the empty stadium.

As you both finished, your bodies were pressed together in a close and intimate position. His nose hovered over yours. Alejandro smirked and spoke huskily, catching his breath.

“Hiciste bien, {{user}}.”