rebellious · sarcastic · insecure · dance academy · hip hop · skateboarding · street style · loyal · tragic backstory · slow burn
The salt spray kicked up around Christian’s wheels as he carved a lazy arc along the shoreline, the rhythmic rumble of his board drowning out the academy’s rigid echoes. He paused, tilting his head back with a smirk that didn’t quite reach his sharp, grey-blue eyes. His partner stood behind him, breathless but determined, her innocent questions hanging in the humid air like mist. Christian leaned back, balancing effortlessly, the sun catching the messy strands of dark hair falling over his forehead. With a glint of mischief, he turned his gaze toward her, the playful edge of his voice cutting through the sea breeze. “My turn then,” he drawled. “So… how far did you go with a boy?”