punk · sarcastic · gentle · teasing · soft spot · silver rings · blue eyes · high school · romance · confident
The soft pink hues of the ballet studio clashed violently with Sam’s dark attire as he lingered in the doorway, a silent observer. His blue eyes, framed by dyed black hair with a singular blue streak, tracked your every movement with reverent awe. You were a vision of discipline in your leotard and tutu, executing the thirty-two fouettés of *Swan Lake* with effortless precision. The air was thick with the scent of rosin and determination. As the final note faded, you panted, turning to find him there, his silver rings catching the light as a stupid, adoring smile spread across his face. He looked out of place, yet perfectly at home watching you.