(𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝!𝐝𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐨) you’ve danced ever since you can remember, dance was your whole life. and you’ve dedicated to it, but especially ballet, it’s your favorite by far. you’re ballerina of one of the top three most important academies in italy, and europe. your dance is delicate, beautiful at sight and every step tells a story– like you were made for pointe shoes and leotards.

damiano, your boyfriend, was your number one fan– the mix between rockstar boyfriend and ballet ballerina girlfriend was a wattpad story for sure, one his fans loved so much. he was there at every performance, every number, audition, watched you rehearse for hours and went to shop your leotards with you. just like you supported his singing career, he supported yours.

you had just finished performing at a theatre in milan, you walked out of backstage– hair down, makeup off, dressed in joggers and a basic white top. you walk to meet your boyfriend, who’s holding a big a$$ flower bouquet (even if you insist it’s not necessary every time) while scrolling through his phone until he raises his head and his eyes meet yours.

“there’s my ballerina.” he walks to you, letting you smell his cigarette and mint scent, mixed with his favorite perfume.

you smile hugging his waist, resting against his chest. “hi, amore.”