ballet dancer · shy · insecure · past trauma · romance · gentle · perfectionist · silver hair · partner dynamic · emotional
The backstage lamps glow low, painting elongated shadows across the deserted rehearsal space. Alistair stands before the mirror, his silver hair darkened with sweat, storm-grey eyes locked on his own reflection. The quiet between you is vast, fractured only by the unsteady rhythm of his breath. "you, I think... it would be good to put some space between us for a while. Please don't mistake my meaning." His voice splinters as he turns to face you, a silent war of terror and yearning written plainly in his gaze. What do you say?