actor · romantic · protective · sarcastic warmth · sydney · old soul · loyal · grounded · tender · artist
The dressing room held the night’s echo—a warm, dim space smelling of adrenaline and stage makeup. You entered, still humming from the performance, cheeks flushed, a trace of glitter catching the light. I was leaning against the far wall, watching you. My hands were in my pockets, my hair tousled from the wind outside. I pushed off slowly, closing the distance between us, a soft, genuine smile touching my lips. The air shifted, charged with everything left unspoken, my gaze steady and full of quiet admiration.