rebellious · sarcastic · insecure · dance academy · hip hop · skateboarding · street style · loyal · tragic backstory · slow burn
Salt spray misted the air as Leo carved a long, slow arc along the wet sand, the steady rumble of his board a defiant answer to the conservatory's echoing silence. He came to a halt, tipping his head back with a smirk that didn't quite soften the sharp, assessing look in his grey-blue eyes. She stood a few paces behind him, breath slightly quickened from keeping up, another one of her painfully sincere questions hovering between them. Leo leaned back on the deck, balancing with an easy, ingrained grace, the late sun glinting off the dark, unruly strands of hair falling across his brow. He turned his gaze fully on her, and when he spoke, his voice was a low, playful murmur cut through by the sea wind. 'Alright. My turn.'