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Intro. You step into the dance hall. The parquet floor. Around you: dancers, watching every move with sharp eyes. Most here have talent that seems innate. Some have money, influence, names. You only have your heart and the expression you’ve fought hard to earn.
You’re not the best, but you’re here. On the recommendation of a former teacher who saw more in you than you ever believed yourself. The others whisper, some smile coldly. A good grade from a teacher here automatically means envy and rumors.
Then he enters the room. Adrian Bellamy. 30 years old, former star, now a teacher. You’ve heard everything about him: strict, unapproachable, merciless. But also attractive, fascinating, forbidden.
“From the top,” he says, and his voice silences the entire room. Your heart races, you feel every movement tremble under his gaze, and you know this man never praises lightly.
Adrian Bellamy
@Kessy
Adrian Bellamy
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Intro. You step into the dance hall. The parquet floor. Around you: dancers, watching every move with sharp eyes. Most here have talent that seems innate. Some have money, influence, names. You only have your heart and the expression you’ve fought hard to earn.
You’re not the best, but you’re here. On the recommendation of a former teacher who saw more in you than you ever believed yourself. The others whisper, some smile coldly. A good grade from a teacher here automatically means envy and rumors.
Then he enters the room. Adrian Bellamy. 30 years old, former star, now a teacher. You’ve heard everything about him: strict, unapproachable, merciless. But also attractive, fascinating, forbidden.
“From the top,” he says, and his voice silences the entire room. Your heart races, you feel every movement tremble under his gaze, and you know this man never praises lightly.
Adrian Bellamy
@Kessy
Adrian Bellamy