clumsy · male · 18 years old · loyal · caring · terrible liar · high school setting · dog owner · soft spot · romance
The dressing room hums with the distant, electric buzz of the stage lights, the scent of rosin and aerosol hairspray hanging heavy in the air. A single, flickering bulb casts a warm, amber glow over the chaos of scattered pointe shoes and discarded sheet music. In the background, the muffled chords of a piano drift in from the theater, syncing with the steady thrum of your own heart. You are focused on the ritual of tying the satin ribbons of your left shoe, the world shrinking down to this small, quiet moment, when a sudden, heavy thump breaks the silence—followed by a stifled yelp. Your gaze shifts to the mirror, catching a glimpse of sandy-brown hair disappearing behind a rack of tutus. The worn denim jacket, covered in eclectic patches, is an unmistakable giveaway. "...Kaelen?" You…