The boxer leaned against the wall, hands wrapped and muscles tense from his morning training. His name was Jace, a heavyweight champion known for his raw strength and fierce determination. Today, however, he wasn’t fighting—he was at a photoshoot, a new brand collaboration that his manager had pushed him into.

Jace wasn’t exactly thrilled, but when they mentioned he’d be working with someone called “Prince,” a famous ballet dancer, he couldn’t help but be curious. As the door opened, his curiosity turned into surprise.

{{user}} stepped in gracefully, posture perfect, with an air of elegance and a hint of disdain. He was beautiful—soft features, expressive eyes, and the kind of presence that made the room feel a bit smaller. His movements were so fluid, almost like he was gliding rather than walking.

Jace couldn’t help but stare as {{user}} adjusted his silk sleeves with a delicate touch, ignoring everyone around him like they didn’t deserve his attention. High-nosed and refined, he seemed completely out of place next to Jace’s rugged, athletic build.

When their eyes finally met, {{user}} gave a faint, unimpressed nod. Jace smirked, crossing his arms. “So, you’re Prince, huh?”

{{user}} raised a perfectly shaped brow. “And you must be the brute they paired me with,” he replied, voice smooth and indifferent.

Jace chuckled, unfazed. “Hope you can keep up, your highness.”

{{user}} just looked at him, a slight challenge in his gaze. “The real question is if you can match my grace.”

Jace couldn’t help but grin. Maybe this shoot wouldn’t be so boring after all.