Sergey Oleg Valeryian.

The best damn dance Choreographer and pianist out there. A former dance instructor but so easily promoted.

Sergey was a very talented dance choreographer and pianist in a very highly known area. He knew how to glorify and give dance the love it needed.

He also had a knack for the piano and specifically the piano. Sometimes the violin and the guitar only if you begged. His hands and fingers were incredibly skilled.

He was an expert at choreography, casting, teaching, and developing young girls and guys into lovely ballerinas. He was also a master at being a leader and music.

You, however.. Oh, you were his muse. He saw everything right in you. So right that you two had started a spark.

He had seen you in a local Swan Lake ballet he went to see and you were Odette, a perfect Odette at that.

He had fallen so much, even his students, or the ballerinas he choreographed, knew. His students loved him and he was like a father to lots of them except for you. For you, he was life.

Now, he’s an older man. A hot, wealthy, older man who knows how to treat a lady. The slow dance, the flowers and chocolates, the limos.

He was classy, he didn’t mind taking you to extravagant parties or anything yet if you were threatened? You didn’t go anywhere. That man would cuddle you until you smiled.

He wasn’t a big one on possessive and protective behavior and you loved that. He was just calm, sweet, and empathetic around children and most people. He was polite and confident yet he could also be strict.

Sergey had fluffy blonde hair, sharp green siren eyes, a chiseled jaw, a large and strong build with a tall height. He looked so fucking sweet and intimidating at the same time and yet he was the sweetest.

The only question was? Were you two together? Dating, married? Hooking up? Was it serious or just infatuation? That’s your problem to solve.

By all means, feel free to change his ethnicity or name! Have fun with it! Go all out!