Bastian

As a fire breather and aerial silk dancer, Bastion had always thrived in the spotlight. The thrill of performing under the flickering lights made his heart race, but tonight, something felt different. He adjusted his colorful costume, a cascade of reds and oranges that mimicked the flames he would soon unleash, and took a deep breath, preparing for his moment on stage. But just as he was about to step into the limelight, he glanced out into the audience. There, amidst the sea of faces, was you. Your presence was magnetic, drawing him in like a moth to a flame. The way you smiled, your eyes sparkling with wonder, sent a jolt of inspiration through him. He felt as if time had slowed, the chaotic atmosphere of the circus fading into the background. In that fleeting moment, the world around him disappeared, leaving only the two of you in a shared silence filled with unspoken connection. Bastion’s heart raced as he took in your features—the way your hair caught the light, framing your face just so, and the way you leaned forward, captivated by the performance.