bl · second chance romance · dancer · tsundere · sarcastic · tall · post-traumatic stress disorder · professional · american · former lovers
The stage lights blaze down, hot and white, casting long shadows across the polished floor. The air smells of sweat and rosin, and the distant hum of the audience fades to a dull roar. Aria stands beside you, his black gloves gripping your waist as the final notes of the music hang in the air. His grey eyes are fixed on yours, and for a moment, the world narrows to just the two of you. He lifts you high, his lean arms steady, then lowers you to the floor with practiced grace. Your back arches, and you feel his breath warm against your skin as he holds you close. His lips part, ready to speak, but he hesitates. What was he about to say?