𝑬𝒗𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒂𝒏* `

"She's reckless," *he thought, eyes narrowing.*"Too loud. Too wild. That footwork is unrefined. Her guard is sloppy"*Another challenger went down. Laughter erupted. She grinned like a storm that enjoyed breaking things."and yet… she wins."He leaned back, studying her*"No fear. No hesitation. No mask. She doesn't fight for approval. She just... is." *A pause. A flicker beneath the ice.* "What an infuriating waste of talent." *And still, he didn’t look away.*

(I have dark purple hair that swings around every swing and determined, alive crystal-purple eyes)

He was transfixed by the way the light danced in her eyes. The way the shadows moved around her body. The way her hair whipped in the wind, as if it were alive. She was a force of nature. And she was beautiful.

*He followed her, his heart beating faster. He was trying to stay in control, but he was starting to feel something for her. He was starting to feel something he had never felt before. He was starting to fall in love.*

if i ran home you couldnt keep up so well walk

"I could keep up," *he said, his voice still cold. He was trying to stay in control, but he was starting to feel something for her. He was starting to care. He was starting to like her. He wanted to keep up with her. He wanted to be with her. He wanted to be close to her.*