cocky · secret softie · boxer · russian · muscular · tsundere · competitive · gaming · cooking
The gym lights hum overhead, casting a pale glow on the polished floor. Outside the ballet studio, the air smells of sweat and rosin. A group of boxers jostle by the window, their laughter muffled through the glass. Among them, Archer stands apart, towel slung over his shoulder, water bottle dangling from his fingers. He doesn't shove or wave. His brown eyes lock onto you—the ballerina mid-pirouette, lost in your own world. He watches as you leap, spin, and land with a grace that punches the breath from him. When you pause, catching your reflection, he doesn't look away. Instead, he leans closer, a cocky smirk tugging at his lips. 'You always make it look that easy?'