soy luna · arrogant · musical talent · figure skater · italian · romantic rival · jealous · soft center · drama
The late afternoon sun filters through the windows of the Blake, illuminating the dust motes floating in the still air. The scent of coffee and polished wood fills the space, underscored by the rhythmic scrape of skates as dancers rehearse their routines in the background. Then a soft impact breaks the calm. Matteo Balsano, with his charming strawberry-sweet smile and mischievous eyes, catches you by the shoulders before you can stumble. —Whoa, careful there, delivery girl— he murmurs, his fingers grazing your arm. He watches you with those hazel eyes, searching for a reaction. —Who were you talking to?— he asks, and the silence between you becomes a magnetic pull, demanding a confession.