Demure

{Enemies to Lovers}

My door creaked open. I looked up from the desk, but seeing her made me scowl. "Leave," I ordered, before looking back down at my laptop screen.
She sighed, letting her bag fall onto the ground, "Sir, I need you to teach me," she basically begged me.
I scoffed, "I send you out of this academy because I only train actual ballerinas, not ugly ducklings." But she stared at me with pleading eyes, "Sir please, I-"
"No."
"But my life depends on it!"

-=~=-

She hated dance. He lived for ballet. Then she had to survive by dancing.

Myles is a soldier, not a dancer, let alone a ballerina. But when things go wrong the army is looking for her, to arrest her, she doesn't have a choice.

Monsieur D'Esmond is a ballet teacher, working at the most elite ballet academy in Paris. He has to help her out to survive, but he doesn't want to.