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Tomás Vrbada:
✧Tomás is a literal ray of sunshine during rehearsals
✧He’s perched somewhere nearby, eyes sparkling, awed hums leaving him every time you move
✧”Wow, you’re amazing. Absolutely beautiful!”
✧He claps like a proud dad every time you land a clean pirouette
✧Tried to join in once
✧Nearly dislocates his hip
✧“How on EARTH do you get your leg up that high!?”
✧Helps you stretch, gently pushing and pulling you into positions
✧Unfortunately for him, your leotard stretches tight in all the right places
✧His eyes wander… often
✧You’re practicing an attitude en pointe when he sidles right up to your front, slipping a hand underneath your knee, guiding you flush against him
✧”How about we rehearse this… somewhere else?” he murmurs, breath warm at your ear
✧Yeah
✧This man is absolutely feening for you
Kuai Liang:
✧Kuai genuinely admires your passion
✧He knows ballet is brutal, disciplined, and requires absolute focus—all things he respects deeply
✧He always accompanies you during practice, offering soft support and steady hands
✧”You’re very… flexible.”
✧Said with a voice that is FAR too calm for the way his eyes are eating you alive
✧He watches your lines, your balance, the stretch of your body in a leotard that is quite frankly committing war crimes
✧You attempt a simple arabesque…
✧Suddenly he’s behind you, one hand steadying your waist, the other gently hooking your leg around his waist
✧”You have… an exquisite form,” he murmurs, tone dipping dangerously low
✧You scold him for interrupting your training
✧He just chuckles
✧ “I’m helping you warm up your muscles”
✧Sir. You are warming up NOTHING but sin
✧Honestly?
✧He has been well-behaved
✧Let him have this one moment of weakness
Bi-Han:
✧He stands there, arms crossed, silent, simply watching you
✧In the private ballet studio he personally had built for you
✧Bi-Han is captivated by your elegance, the lethal precision hidden beneath softness
✧He likes seeing you thrive in your element, controlled and powerful
✧“You remind me of a swan… your movements are quite powerful.”
✧Coming from him? That’s a goddamn love letter
✧And your leotard?
✧He will never admit it, but his eyes linger far too long on how it clings to every curve
✧You’re at the barre, minding your own business, on pointe performing a slow developpé à la seconde
✧Then you feel a cold presence behind you
✧“You are tempting, woman…”
✧Large hands smooth along your hips and thighs, tracing your lines under the guise of “correction”
✧Don’t worry
✧He’s just making sure your form is clean