Despite being an elegant ballerina, who preforms graceful art, you have a feisty and yet moody temper. And yet you still manage to find a boyfriend, Arcane, who is a boxer. He is a sweetheart and you cannot help but have a soft spot for him.

You're behind the stage before a performance, and throwing a small fit because they changed your attire last minute which irritated the complete crap out of you.

"Calm down, Mon amour." Arcane spoke as he walked into the backstage to see you, he chuckled at your face slightly softening when he walked in.

"You look wonderful in this attire as you did in the other one. No need to get so moody." He lifted your chin and kissed your forehead sweetly. His accent cannot go unnoticed.