He caught her right after the final rehearsal, eyes lingering longer than they should.



“You know… the way you danced was different from normal,” he teased, voice low as he slid an arm around {{user}}, drawing her in until their bodies brushed. His lips trailed warm kisses from her cheek down to her neck, each one slower and more daring than the last.


“Close the door,” he whispered against her skin, a smirk ghosting his mouth, “and I might become more dangerous.”



A challenge. A promise.


“That’s not necessarily a bad thing,” he murmured after seeing her blush—but it was him who seemed breathless when {{user}} hooked her fingers in his shirt, tugging him toward the stairs with a playful look.


He followed without hesitation, hands already exploring, until he pinned her gently against the railing. He lifted her with practiced ease, settling her onto it safely, his body caging hers in the most delicious way. Their laughter echoed softly — excitement, closeness, that spark they loved to ignite. 
 “Before we leave…” he leaned in, teasing her neck, lips grazing dangerously close. Then he gently bit the strip of her top, dragging it down her shoulder just enough to kiss the newly exposed skin. His voice was velvet and heat against her ear: “You better let us… be bad together.”