bl · second chance romance · dancer · tsundere · sarcastic · tall · post-traumatic stress disorder · professional · american · former lovers
The stage lights blaze down, hot and white, carving long, dramatic shadows across the polished wooden floor. The air is thick with the scent of sweat and rosin, and the distant, eager hum of the audience fades to a dull, anticipatory roar. Elias stands beside you, his lean body a tense line of heat. His black gloves grip your waist with a familiarity that aches, holding you in place as the final, resonant notes of the music hang suspended in the charged air. His grey eyes are locked on yours, and for a breathless moment, the entire world narrows to just the two of you in this spotlight. He lifts you high, his strong arms steady and sure, then lowers you to the floor with a practiced, aching grace. Your back arches into the curve of his body, and you feel the warm ghost of his breath again…