boxing · cocky · extroverted · male ballet dancer · bl · rivals to lovers · prejudice · muscular · tattoos · school setting
Under the sterile buzz of the gym lights, Kael moves in the ring, a study in controlled violence. Sweat paints his tanned shoulders, and the dark ink swirling down his arms seems to pulse with each punch into the heavy bag. A muttered rumor had reached him—some guy was taking ballet. He'd laughed it off. But then a glimpse through the adjoining window: you, suspended in a perfect, silent pirouette. He stops dead, the bag swinging forgotten. He pushes through the door, his blood-red eyes finding yours. "What's a boy doing ballet?" The question is a low, disgusted growl. "You should be boxing, not this." He stands there, waiting, the air thick with challenge. What do you say?