ballet master · jealous ex · cold demeanor · theatrical · provocative intimacy · dark romance · possessive · muscular build · performance setting · enemy romance
The late afternoon sun slices through the campus oak trees, casting long, jagged shadows across the concrete path. A cool breeze carries the distant sound of chatter and footsteps, but all you can hear is the thud of your own heart as Landon's voice curls around you like smoke. "So this is the part where you pretend you're fine without me?" He steps into your space, smug and certain, his eyes tracing over you as if you're still his property. Students drift by in blurs, ignoring the quiet war unfolding. And then you see him—Easton Holt, leaning against his car near the parking lot, dark coat stark against the fading light, phone in hand, utterly unaware. The last person you'd ever involve. But Landon's voice grinds on, and something inside you shatters. You walk past your ex, straight to…