ROSALINA'S POVThe mirrored walls reflected my reflection, reminding me of the countless hours I had spent practicing here. And tonight, we were preparing for the most important performance of our lives - Giselle. This was the last day of practice. Three more days to go for the actual performance on stage.I glanced at my dance partner Julian who played the character Albrecht, the male lead. He stood there, tall legs and graceful, his blue eyes focused intently on me. We had been dancing together for three months, and our chemistry on stage was undeniable. But lately, I had been noticing he was being a little suggestive lately offstage. I always thought of him as someone who was overly friendly, like a human version of golden retriever.Regardless of what he was feeling for me, or not feeling for me, I wanted a purely platonic relationship between us.As the music began to flow through the room, I delicately extended my arm to Julian, and he gently took my hand. We moved in perfect sy

ROSALINA'S POVI faced the dressing room mirror, my reflection a haunting echo of uncertainty. The weight of recent events pressed upon my heart, trapping it in a suffocating embrace. This was meant to be a day of triumph, a grand display of my ballet prowess and boundless passion. Yet, it morphed into a bottomless pit of despair, devouring any flicker of joy in its wake.The stage lights would be merciless, exposing every flaw and emotion etched on my face. I took a deep breath, willing myself to find strength from within, to step onto that stage and embody Giselle, despite the torment that engulfed my heart.But every time I looked into my own eyes, I couldn't help but see Sebastian's face intertwined with my reflection.Time seemed to move both too slowly and too quickly as the minutes counted down to the start of the performance. My mind was a whirlwind of conflicting emotions, but I knew I couldn't let my personal tragedy overshadow the art form I loved so deeply.As I picked up

ROSALINA'S POVI didn't know where men get the audacity to touch women's bodies like they have some fucking right over it.Julian immediately withdrew his hand off my waist, visibly threatened by Leonardo, his expression shifting from arrogance to defensiveness. "Oh, easy there, tough guy," Julian retorted, taking a step back. "I was just congratulating her on a great performance. No need to get all territorial."Leonardo's jaw tightened, clearly not buying Julian's excuse. "Congratulating or not, keep your hands to yourself," he warned, his eyes never leaving Julian's face. "Otherwise--""That's enough," I shot back. "Both of you."Julian's eyes narrowed, and he scoffed. "Whatever," he said dismissively, though it was evident that he was still seething inside. "Enjoy your bouquet of roses," he added sarcastically before walking away, his pride bruised."You okay?" Leonardo asked, concern evident in his voice as he turned his attention back to me."I am," I replied curtly, glaring a

ROSALINA'S POV"Thanks for dropping me off," I unbuckled my seatbelt and reached for the door handle, ready to step out of the car and end this cat-and-mouse game.Leonardo's hand gently caught my arm, stopping me from opening the door. His eyes bore into mine."Wait," It was a plea. "Before you go, there is something I wanna say."I sighed, feeling a tug in my heart at his earnestness. "What is it, Leo?" I asked, bracing myself for whatever he was about to confess.He took his time, gathering his thoughts. "I don't want to just be acquaintances with you. I want us to be more. I want to explore where this could lead."I stared at him, conflicted. Part of me longed to give in to his advances and see where this newfound chemistry could take us. Even if it was purely physical. But another part of me, the more cautious and guarded part, reminded me of the consequences that could arise from getting involved with a man like him. "Leonardo," I began, my voice firm. I wanted to make things

LEONARDO'S POV"Leo, you're up next!" the fight club organizer called out, and I cracked my knuckles, ready to deliver some pain.I wrapped my hands tightly with worn-out tape. I glanced around, taking in the eager faces of spectators, each looking for that thrill that only a brutal fight could provide. Tonight, I was the one who would give them that thrill.As I stepped into the ring, the cheers and hollers from the crowd fueled my confidence. I knew they loved my ruthless fighting style, and I was ready to show them why I was known as "The Enforcer."My opponent took a step towards me. I couldn't help but notice the tightness in his muscles and the intensity in his eyes, which were firmly locked onto mine. He exuded an intimidating aura, with his formidable size dominating the space around him. However, instead of feeling fear, I found myself welcoming the danger that lay ahead. I loved the rush of facing someone who looked like they could kill me.With the bell's resounding ring,