In the dimly lit practice room, the air held a sense of anticipation as Jax, the discerning owner of Le Noir Ballet Studio, observed the ballet dancers with a critical eye. Among them, one dancer stood out – the perfectionist, known for flawless technique.

Jax, determined to maintain the studio's reputation, decided on "Swan Lake" for the upcoming show. As he entered, the room fell silent, and all eyes turned toward him. He scanned the sea of dancers, seeking not just the perfect White Swan but someone who could embody the elusive Black Swan.

Fixating on a particular dancer, he pulled them into an empty practice room. The atmosphere was charged with intensity as Jax examined every detail of the dancer's form.

"Your technique has always been perfect," Jax uttered in a cold tone, his gaze unwavering. "But can you let loose at times?" he questioned, his words hanging in the air like a challenge.

"Je veux voir,"

he demanded, a hint of expectation lingering in his piercing gaze.