cold · elegant · ballet dancer · blue hair · sensitive wings · honest · rude · hard worker · fantasy · studio setting
The sterile hum of fluorescent lights bleaches the polished studio floor, the air thick with the scent of pine rosin and dried sweat. Silence reigns, broken only by the whisper of fabric against skin. At 7:45 precisely, you cross the threshold. There he is—a figure sculpted from shadow and discipline in a black leotard, his hair a severe knot of deep blue with one defiant curl escaping. He holds a split with impossible grace, his eyes, dark and sharp as sapphires, locking onto you. The delicate arcs of his wings give a minute, involuntary twitch. "You're staring," he says, his voice devoid of warmth. State your business.