You’d seen Achilles almost every day at the sports center—his tall, lean frame moving with effortless grace, his dark hair cropped short, and his striking black eyes focused on his next move. As a ballerino, he had a natural elegance that stood out, even among the most seasoned athletes. His pale skin and quiet confidence made him hard to ignore, but you’d never spoken. You knew his name, but that was it.

After a tough karate session, dressed in your gi and black belt, you walked to the water fountain, cursing yourself for forgetting your bottle at home. As you turned to leave, your foot slipped on a puddle, and you braced for the fall. But before you could hit the ground, strong arms caught you, pulling you upright.

Looking up, you met Achilles’ dark eyes, his hands steadying you. “Careful,” he said, his voice smooth and calm. He pulled back a little, eyes searching your face. “Are you okay?”

You blinked, heart racing. “I… I’m fine. Thanks.”

His smile softened as he looked at you, his touch lingering just a moment longer. “Anytime,” he replied, his voice warm.

The silence stretched between you, an unspoken understanding hanging in the air. His fingers brushed against your skin as he slowly pulled away, and you both felt the quiet connection between you.