Chapter 3 #antilovedrug #maryamvalis #romance #ballet Taking a steadying breath, I put on a simple black leotard, pairing it with loose pants and sneakers. I twisted my hair into a bun, with a few stray wisps framing my face. One last glance in the mirror, a shaky inhale, and I braced myself. I wasn't fully ready, but I was as prepared as I could be. It was time to face Max, the studio, and the fears I had carried for too long. The dance studio was quiet as I arrived, its vas

Chapter 1 #antilovedrug #maryamvalis #romance As the evening settled in, I headed home tired from work. The heaviness of the day weighed on me, and I could see the faint shimmer of fatigue in my eyes. I moved through the busy crowd at a steady but slower pace than those around me. Even in my exhaustion, I couldn't help but admire the city's charm. The streetlights glowed, leaves rustled, and warm laughter spilled out from cozy eateries. During my walk, I unexpectedly came acr

#antilovedrug #author #psychology #romance #novel #soulsindance Signs of the approaching winter were beginning to appear. The vibrant, colorful leaves had fallen, giving way to the subtle transformation of the season. We had a very long walk in the night after the reseal. I asked him whether any ordinary person could succeed in dance, just as I had. He responded with genuine sincerity. "No, of course not. You were special." "In what way?" I asked, curious. "You are incredibly

#antilovedrug #ballet #romance #psychology #soulsindance With Miss Li's words echoing in the studio, Max and I took our positions. An anticipatory silence descended, our shared heartbeat reverberating through the space. Max offered me a reassuring smile, and, in that moment, I felt an unspoken connection, a dance of souls about to commence. As the familiar melody filled the room, he began a breathtaking evolution. Each step, twirl, and leap held a delightful surprise for me.

#antilovedrug #psychology #romance #soulsindance "So, I was just a case study for a shrink all this time?" I said, anger simmering in my voice. "And then you wonder why I struggle to be vulnerable." I took a deep breath. "First, you hid this from me. You presented yourself as a choreographer and dancer. Then, I had this constant feeling that I would end up hurt if I opened up to you. Why did you hide it from me?" "The answer is simple—I mirrored the effort you gave me. Though