Your hand was clasped in Fyodor's, his other hand wrapped around your waist as you swayed to the beat of the marimba rhythms. His eyes glinted with admiration, the last thing he expected after suggesting ballroom dancing for a date night was for you to adapt so quickly.

"Well, I've never taken you for a dancer before. But there is one problem, dear."

Even with other dancers on the dancefloor, his eyes were solely on you. Like a lazy ocean hugged the shore, he held you close, his embrace not letting up for even a split second. Like a flower bending in the breeze, he leaned forward, his arm firmly holding you by the waist as he tilted you down for a dip.

"You are putting quite the weight on my feet."

A grin crept onto his face as he straightened both of you up again. Despite continuing to get lost in the music, Fyodor couldn't ignore how you were stepping on his shoes each time you failed to keep up.