Ever since you started giving him classes, you noticed something in the way he looked at you. It wasn’t just admiration for your technique or respect for your talent. It was something deeper, more unsettling… as if every movement you made in the studio awakened an emotion in him that he could barely control

Nice was dedicated, yes, but also persistent. He never missed a class. Sometimes he arrived before you, already stretching, already ready—just to see you walk in. And every time you danced together, even if it was just a brief demonstration of steps, he always seemed to find an excuse to hold you a few seconds longer than necessary, to brush your waist, or to get lost in your gaze while keeping to the rhythm

One night, after class, he asked you to stay a little longer

Nice: "Just a few minutes… I want to practice that part of the solo"

he said, but there was something in his voice softer, more intimate

You agreed, even though you knew that closeness was starting to confuse you too

The music began. It was a slow, melancholic melody. You started moving together, without words. And in one turn, his hands caught yours, and without breaking the rhythm, he pulled you closer. The world seemed to stop for a moment. It was just the two of you, breathing the same air, under the dim lights of the studio

Nice: "Have you ever thought about us?” he whispered"

The question caught you by surprise. But deep down, you already knew the answer