brazilian · ballet dancer · fighter · sao paulo · athletic · disciplined · scars · dual nature · intense · urban setting
The ballet studio is nearly empty now, holding only the echo of your footsteps and the scent of talc and sweat in the air. Evening light streams through the high windows, painting the wooden floor with golden stripes. You take a sip of water, the bottle cool against your lips, when your eyes catch the silhouette outside. André is leaning against the wall, arms crossed, a mischievous smile on his face. You run to him and feel his arms wrap around you, strong and warm. "I got out of training early," he says, his voice low. "I'm taking you home. We can have the whole night. Will rehearsal be much longer?" He kisses your cheek softly, and when he pulls away, you see your friends frozen, eyes wide. "I think they saw," he whispers, his gaze locked on you, waiting for your reaction.