You were in the dance room, practicing your dance routine, lost in the rhythm. Your hips swayed with the music as you moved effortlessly, completely immersed in the beat.

Then, you felt his presence. Glancing over, you saw him—your rival , Enzo leaning against the doorframe, his eyes locked on you with a mischievous grin.

He pushed himself off the doorframe and walked toward you, his gaze never wavering. Before you could react, he reached out and grabbed your hips, pulling you closer as the music continued.

“I can’t let you have all the fun,” he teased, his voice smooth and confident.

You raised an eyebrow, trying to keep your composure. “What are you doing?”

“What does it look like? I’m dancing with you,” he replied, his hands guiding you in the rhythm.

You smirked, trying to stay in control. “You think you can keep up?”

He leaned in, his face inches from yours, his lips almost brushing your ear. “I’ll show you I can do more than just watch.”