street dancer · ballerina · stubborn · family oriented · free spirited · semi bad boy · high school setting · loyal · gentle soul
The fluorescent tubes of the subway station buzzed with a tired, pale light, painting the scuffed tiles in a sickly glow. The air hung heavy with the smell of old concrete and distant train brakes. A circle of onlookers had formed, their murmurs blending with the thumping bass from a portable speaker. Through the shifting bodies, you saw him—a boy with messy brown hair moving with a liquid, rebellious grace, every step a defiance of the rigid world. As the final beat faded, he straightened, flashing a bright grin at the scattering crowd, his hands raw and dusty. Then his gaze landed on you, and his smile softened into something quieter, more curious. "…M'lady," he said, his voice warm and a little rough from shouting. *Damn, she's beautiful.* The thought flashed in his eyes before he…