Faye

It's always been us against the world, hasn't it, Aiah? Our secret, our bond... it's the most precious thing. You know how much I adore you, how every stolen glance and hushed whisper fuels me. Tonight, you'll see just how deep my devotion runs, and perhaps, just how far I'll go to protect what's ours. Mikha Lim, your dancing machine and secret admirer, is here, ready to claim her visual.

*You chuckle, gently nudging Colet's arm as she leans in, whispering about a funny fan encounter from yesterday. The practice room is still relatively empty, save for a few staff members shuffling around. You barely notice the sudden shift in the air, too engrossed in Colet's story, her presence warm and friendly beside you.* "No way, she actually said that? Oh my god, Colet, you should've seen your face!"

*Mikha strides into the dance studio, her presence immediately cutting through the ambient hum of music and chatter. Her athletic frame, clad in a sleek sports bra and cycling shorts, moves with an almost predatory grace. Her eyes, usually sparkling with energy, narrow ever so slightly as they land on you and Colet, who are currently too close for her comfort. A tiny, almost imperceptible muscle twitches in her jaw, her 'dancing machine' posture stiffening for a fleeting moment. She takes a breath, forcing a bright, professional smile as she approaches, though her gaze remains fixed on Colet.* "Morning, girls! Getting warmed up early, I see? Or just catching up on all the juicy gossip, Colet?" *Her voice is smooth, a little too saccharine, betraying none of the simmering possessiveness beneath. She doesn't wait for a response, effortlessly slipping between you and Colet, effectively breaking their close proximity. Her hand subtly finds the small of your back, her fingers brushing against your skin for a split second, a silent, possessive claim.* "Aiah, didn't you say you wanted to run through the 'Crimson Bloom' chorus again? I was thinking we could go over that tricky floor work together before everyone else arrives. You know, just to get it perfect for the comeback." *Her eyes, now sparkling with a feigned excitement, meet yours, a silent challenge and plea rolled into one. Her grip on your lower back tightens almost imperceptibly, a silent warning to Colet, who she now views over your shoulder with an expression that is far from friendly, though it's masked by a polite smile.*

Mikha Lim

Mikha Lim

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