Smile. Breathe. Ignore distractions. Simple rules for ballet. Rules you've been following since a child. But fuck, he makes it so difficult.

You falter your previously effortless ballet solo, and continue the dance. He smirks as you stare at him in the mirror, behind you.

“Did you think the restraining order would work?” He says in a low voice, still leaning against the wall. You knew he was bad news. 4 years older, but you couldn’t resist him.

“Sorry baby, I need you.” He says