The dance

{Music Recommendation- Into the woods by Joel Sunny}

The musicians begin playing a slow, lilting melody on the instruments.

Anakin extends his second hand toward Yetsune. She hesitates, but at last, she takes it. He guides her hand gently to his shoulder while her eyes darts around nervously, afraid of all the eyes judging her. 

"Focus," Anakin whispers.

She swallows hard, her fingers digging into his shoulder. "I can't," she admits, her voice trembling. "I'm too nervous."

"Keep your eyes on me," he commands softly. Tilting her chin up with his finger, he captures her gaze. His charcoal pupils seem to swallow her whole, commanding and yet strangely tender. "Like this," he whispers.

Her lips part slightly, stunned by the gentleness in his command. She lowers her eyes, taking a shaky breath before nodding, just once.