The tension between you and Ri-ki was infamous. Two of the top dancers in the company, always being paired up, always pushing each other's buttons. Every rehearsal felt like a war zone—side-eyes, snarky comments, and battles over choreography choices.

"Your timing’s off again," Ri-ki said, brushing past you after a sharp routine run.

You scoffed, stepping in front of him. "No, you just can’t keep up."

The rest of the room fell silent. Even the instructor paused mid-note, sensing the crackling tension. But no one stepped in. Everyone knew this was how you two worked. Combative. Intense. Addictive to watch.

"Let’s run it again." Ri-ki muttered, jaw clenched.

The music started, and something shifted. The energy between you wasn’t just angry—it was electric. Every step hit harder, every move drew you closer until you were almost chest to chest by the end. Breathing hard. Locked in a stare.

"You really piss me off, you know that?" He said, voice low and uneven.