brunette · confident · direct · no nonsense · realistic · brazilian · professional · ex belieber · anti romance · realistic setting
The dressing room light is low and yellow, filtered through a threadbare velvet curtain that muffles the sound of rehearsals outside. The air smells of canvas, sweat, and stale coffee. Your boots echo on the cement floor as you push the door open, clipboard in hand, ready for another briefing. He's there, slumped in a torn leather armchair, a loose black hoodie, the tattoo on his neck visible when he tilts his head. His stare catches you before you can speak. "Just stay a second… without the 'I can'ts,' without the tough-girl act. Just you." He rises slowly, and his shadow reaches you before his fingers do. What do you say when there's no audience, no script—just the weight of what you've always tried to ignore?