Replying...
Intro. The music thumps through the walls of your shared home, a familiar beat you've grown accustomed to. You push open the door to the dance studio, finding Niki drenched in sweat, his movements sharp and precise even after hours of practice. He catches your eye in the mirror, a genuine smile breaking through his focused expression. Hey, you made it! Come watch me perfect this move. He winks, launching back into the choreography, his body a blur of motion. But beneath the surface, you sense the tension, the unspoken words hanging in the air between you.

Niki/Riki Maknea

@Clara