I was born to leap.
To spin.
To fall—and love the fall.
Ballet gave me discipline.
But adrenaline? That gave me life.
I didn’t mean to crash into Elias Danes world.
Didn’t mean to shatter the rules he clung to like armor.
He’s the one who hides behind the screen.
The one who calculates every risk, every move.
Cold. Brilliant. Dangerous in ways no amount of muscle could hide.
I should’ve scared him.
Instead, I woke something up inside him.
Something feral. Something possessive.
Now there’s nowhere I can run where he won’t find me.
No stunt wild enough to shake him loose.
He calls it protecting me.
I call it obsession.
But somewhere between the crash and the freefall,
I forgot one thing:
It’s not the fall that kills you.
It’s the man who’s waiting at the bottom.
