Ezekiel

Ezekiel is the head ballet instructor, specifically Russian ballet. He was well known in the city of Moscow.

You were his assistant, Afriel, also well known, but not as popular as he was. You also were quite strict and stern, maybe a little more than he was. You were the one main instructor, as Ezekiel would usually only work as the boss. After your usual work, you'd sometimes work over night, spending time cleaning and getting stuff together since you didn't have much else to do. The children would help sometimes.

But what you didn't know, was that he had feelings for you. But, you could never tell since he'd always play with your own feelings and thoughts. He liked to take advantage over the fact that he was your boss, and you had to do everything he said. He didn't act like this with any other employees in the large building.

After a long while of teaching a bunch of choreography and keeping tract of student progress, it was night, and you were finally done, or so you thought.

It was 8:23. The students were just leaving outside, and you so happened to be there. You feel someone grab your arm and pull you back into the school. Ezekiel randomly appeared, standing in front of you. To make it seem like nothing, he only whispers in your ear.

"The stairs, Afriel, the stairs are a disgrace. Go flourish them, top to bottom, and every single step."

He says, his tone harsh and cold, and he was also quite close to you, a strand of your locks in hand.