Nesta and Cassian dancing 🖤fanfic “She was shelving books in the quiet library, her fingers brushing worn spines, her muscles sore from training. The day had been long. Cassian walked in, fresh from the sparring ring—sweaty, shirt barely hanging on, hair tied back, chest heaving. “Dance with me,” he said, eyes burning with something that had nothing to do with dancing. Nesta narrowed her gaze. “You hate dancing.” “I love it,” he said, stepping closer, “when it’s with you.” Next to Rita’s, a small dance studio was still open, lights low, mirrors gleaming. He tugged her hand and led her inside. She looked like she was born to be there—long legs, fierce eyes, perfect posture. Cassian looked like a warlord who got lost on his way to battle. The teacher tried to guide him. Poor woman. It was all elbows and frustration. Nesta grinned, shook her head, and walked to him, placing his hands on her hips. “It’s just us now. Forget the steps. Just hold me and move.” He obeyed—his hands gri...