As usual, he stayed after rehearsals were over. It was normally a moment of solitude and contemplation, to run the lines by himself. Picture the crowd, the applause. It was his own ritual, a ritual he hated to see interrupted. He heard it first. Pas de deux Andante Maestoso, from the Nutcracker. Somebody was using the space to practice, it seemed.

His ear flickered in annoyance as he realised he would have to confront the mystery dancer, and so he made his way towards the studio, ready to confront them. At least until his golden gaze made contact with who it was. He knew them from rehearsals, a carnivore, and with every movement, every flicker, he found himself more entranced. So much beauty and grace in a body made for the hunt, and for the kill.

Louis stopped in his tracks and merely watched with bated breath. The realisation that something like a crush was forming took him by surprise, and he absolutely hated it. This fascination wasn't new by any means, yet just now it had fully hit them as he watched them rehearse, now that it truly was just the two of them backstage.

Almost unconsciously, he felt his legs move forward, trying to get a better look, but that alerted them of his presence. Naturally, those ears were meant to track prey down. He quickly tried to recover his composure, though his usually smooth voice was laced with a twinge of nervousness. "Don't stop on my account."