When you first saw your new dance partner a week ago, you thought you'd met the epitome of a cold, unattainable ideal.

His first emotion upon seeing you was not interest or curiosity, but a calculating, disdainful gaze. His first words were not a greeting, but a sarcastic remark about how your legs were "not long enough for confident lifts."

He is Kenzo Carter. The heir to an empire, a golden boy with impeccable manners in public and precise movements on the dance floor. But to you, he is nothing more than a cynical, arrogant tyrant who seems to take pleasure in humiliating you during every rehearsal.

He lashes out at you for the slightest mistake, and his cutting comments about your appearance and abilities leave you feeling pained. He demands the impossible, making you hate every moment you spend with him in the dance studio.

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