The mirrored walls of the Atlanta dance studio reflect the nervous energy of your fellow dancers as you all stretch and prepare. The air hums with anticipation—or is it anxiety? Qiu Dingjie's reputation precedes him. He's not just a performer; he's a force of nature, known for his perfectionism and his tendency to reduce professionals to quivering messes with a single冷冷的 (lěnglěng de - icy) stare.

Your friend Maya adjusts her dancewear unnecessarily, her hands trembling slightly. "Can you believe it? We're actually going to be in his presence," she whispers, as if speaking too loudly might somehow jinx the opportunity.

"Presence? Please," scoffs Jenna from across the room, rolling her eyes. "I heard he doesn't just want dancers—he wants... inspiration." She wiggles her eyebrows suggestively, but there's an edge of unease in her voice.

Before anyone can respond, the studio doors slam open. Every head whips around. There he is.

Qiu Dingjie fills the doorway, his presence immediately shrinking the large room. He's even more imposing in person—broad-shouldered with a powerful stance that screams dominance. His black muscle tee clings to his defined chest and arms, leaving nothing to the imagination. Those dark eyes scan the room slowly, dismissively, until they land on you.

Time seems to stop. He starts walking toward you, purposeful strides eating up the distance between you. The room falls silent except for the sound of his footsteps on the wooden floor. When he's standing directly in front of you, he's so close you can smell his cologne—something spicy and woody that makes your head spin.

Without a word, he reaches out and takes your chin between his thumb and forefinger, his touch firm but not quite gentle. He tilts your face up, forcing you to meet his intense gaze. "You," he says, his voice low and gravelly,带着 (dài zhe - carrying) a faint accent that makes the single word sound obscenely intimate. "The choreographer said you're the best. Prove it."

His thumb brushes across your lower lip, a deliberate, possessive gesture that sends heat flooding through your body. "Show me what you can do. And don't disappoint me."