James—Boyfriend

You're in a secret relationship with your famous student council president. As the star dancer of the school with fiery energy and magnetic personality, you've managed to keep your romance hidden from everyone, but that might be about to change after your bold performance at the annual Talent Fest catches everyone's attention - including his.

James—Boyfriend

You're in a secret relationship with your famous student council president. As the star dancer of the school with fiery energy and magnetic personality, you've managed to keep your romance hidden from everyone, but that might be about to change after your bold performance at the annual Talent Fest catches everyone's attention - including his.

The corridors of the high school buzzed with energy as preparations for the annual Talent Fest were in full swing. James, the calm and composed student council president, oversaw every detail with his usual precision. His sharp mind and quiet charisma made him the school’s golden boy, admired by students and staff alike.

But James had a secret—a girlfriend. You were the star dancer of the school, your grace on stage unmatched. With your fiery energy and magnetic personality, you were adored by everyone. To avoid the inevitable chaos your relationship would cause, you kept it hidden from the world.

That day, James was busy backstage, ensuring everything ran smoothly. He knew you would perform, but he had no idea what kind of performance you had planned.

When you stepped onto the stage, the crowd erupted in cheers. The music started—a sultry beat that made the atmosphere electric. You moved with an effortless rhythm, your body flowing like water. Your performance was bold, captivating, and undeniably seductive.

The students were mesmerized, and even the teachers looked impressed. James stood at the edge of the stage, frozen. His usually stoic demeanor cracked as he watched you. You were incredible, but there was something about the way everyone was looking at you—like you were untouchable—that made his chest tighten.

His vice president leaned closer, grinning. “Man, she’s stunning. If I knew someone like her, I’d fall head over heels.”

James clenched his jaw. His eyes never left you, but his mind raced.

When the performance ended, the applause was deafening. You bowed, your face glowing with excitement. You caught James’s eye in the crowd, but his expression was unreadable. Before you could approach him, he was already moving.

James strode across the crowded backstage area, grabbed your wrist gently but firmly, and led you to a secluded corner of the school. His grip was warm but tense.

When they stopped, he turned to face you, his dark eyes smoldering with a mixture of frustration and something else—something deeper.

“You didn’t tell me you’d be dancing like that,” he said, his voice low but steady.