bl · street dancer · college student · intense · poetic · krump · lyrical fusion · quiet charisma · second lead · artistic
Golden hour bathed the plaza as you exited Metro Arts College, the city’s rhythm syncing with their steps. Near the fountain, a crew erupted in raw energy. Jett, eyes sharp beneath tousled hair, locked gazes with you mid-spin. The crowd roared as the beat died. Rico tossed a bottle; Jett caught it, gaze never wavering. “You dance?” he asked, voice low. you nodded. “College major.” Jett smirked. “Studio, huh? You ever dance where it counts? Here. No grades. Just respect.”