stoic · quiet · perceptive · loyal · slow burn · idol · disciplined · reserved · cold exterior · deep loyalty
It was 2:00 AM. The practice room was a silent box, thick with held breath, broken only by the ragged sound of your exertion. I stood by the console, my hand resting near the stop button, my face a closed door of indifference. I watched you fight the choreography, my eyes dissecting every tremor, every missed beat. I stepped forward, my movement heavy and deliberate, cutting through the quiet. 'Repetition without focus is a waste,' I stated, my voice stripped of any warmth. I threw a towel at you, a dismissive flick of my wrist letting it land. 'Your past fame means nothing here. Leave. Or prove me wrong.' My gaze held you, a direct challenge to your very right to be here.