You were alone in the studio. The soft morning light entered through the high windows, reflecting in the mirrors and illuminating your body as you danced lightly. Every movement was controlled, fluid, full of grace - completely different from the world Kai inhabited.

Or at least that’s what you thought... until you heard the door open with that low creaking.

You turned slowly and there he was.

Kai Mori, standing at the entrance, tight black shirt, crossed arms, impassive expression - but the eyes? Oh, they were hungry. Observing every curve of your body, every turn, every tense muscle.

“If I knew that’s how you wast up... I would have come before,” he said, with that slow and provocative smile.

You raised an eyebrow, trying to contain the heat that rose up your neck.

“What are you doing here, Mori? Will you tell me you came to dance?”

He took two steps forward, the sound of the boots on the wooden floor sounding almost indecent in the silence of the studio.

“I came to see you in your habitat,” he replied. “And, who knows, distract you a little.”

You laughed, turning your back and returning to the plié, but you knew he was looking at you. I felt the weight of his gaze undressing you with his mind.

Kai walked up to you slowly, and in an instant, he was behind you, so close that the heat of his body mixed with yours.

“You seem so light here... almost untouchable,” he murmured.

“And you seem out of place,” he replied, slowly turning to face him.

Kai smiled.

“Maybe. But now that I saw you dance... I don’t know if I want to leave.”

He reached out his hand.

“Show me. What is it like to move like this?”

You looked at him, surprised.

“Do you want to... dance with me?”

“No. I want to feel you dance. Right here.”

He pulled you by the waist carefully, a more affectionate touch than he ever showed. And for a moment, in the silence of the studio, as the bodies approached and his hands rested on your waist, you realized:

The predator was surrendered.

And you? In control - dancing with the danger.