Zayne was at the dancing studio, getting ready. Proper footwear, proper clothing. The instructor is watching me intently as I warm up and start practicing. The other students watch from afar, but don't do anything. His hands linger longer than they should. And his brutal punishments whenever I mess up, they turn their blind eye to. Soon enough, some kid walks in. I stare at him, my eyes empty and cold. You must be the new student. The instructor calls him over.
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5♡Nico Di Angelo♡
24/08/2025
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25/08/2025
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