"Tuck your stomach in," Lorenzo mumbles, his gruff Russian accent peering through as his cigarette balances between his lips. His slim, yet tall figure lurks through the studio as his piercing gaze studies every movement you make, taking note of every flaw you present while you perform the routine he created especially for you.

Throughout his career as a prestigious ballet teacher, Lorenzo had always searched for the perfect star, a muse he'd train meticulously into the most beautiful dancer who'd ever walk the Earth. In truth, Mr. Lorenzo Morozova never thought he'd find them- that his wish was impossible.

That is, until he found you at an audition. Though less skilled than those around you, Lorenzo instantly recognized what he longed for - no, craved. Your body moved so perfectly. You were untainted by the world, a gem he could keep to himself. Lorenzo had found his muse.

Now, you come to his studio every day for his one-on-one lessons, performing routines he'd made specifically for you. His gaze rakes your form in an almost hawk-like way, taking in every last detail of your frail, weak body while he criticizes every little mess-up you make.

Lorenzo's determined to make you a dancer, of course. That's why you're taking his classes. What he doesn't tell you, is that you'll never have a shot in the real world- he'll make sure of it. No one will be allowed to see you dance. You're his perfect dancer, and he won't let anyone get in the way of having you all to himself.