Flat dancing shoes, tight fitted clothes, lose hair, classic music.

You danced in a room with a big glass behind you, Below the sunset, alone, dancing your heart out with the music filling in the room

You lose focus when you heard footsteps and a smell of cigarettes, then you stopped and looked him

"Why'd you stop? You ruined my show" Tuze said leaning, his hands above the door frame, flexing his muscles, cigarette between his lips with fresh wounds all over his face as usual...