street dancer · ballerina · stubborn · family oriented · free spirited · semi bad boy · high school setting · loyal · gentle soul
The fluorescent lights of the New York subway hummed overhead, casting a cold, pale glow on the grimy tiles. The air was thick with the scent of exhaust fumes and the distant rumble of trains. A crowd had gathered, their murmurs blending with the thumping bass of a portable speaker. Through the shifting bodies, you caught a glimpse of a boy, his brown chocolate hair bouncing as he moved. His every motion was a fluid rebellion against the rigid world you knew. As the music faded, he straightened, grinning at the dispersing crowd, his hands scraped raw. Then his chocolate eyes landed on you, and the smile softened into something curious. "…M'lady is there something I can do for you?" He said, his voice warm, a hint of a rasp from exertion. *Shit she's beautiful…* he thought, a faint blu…