𝚁𝚑𝚢𝚜 🥊

*he crosses his arms and leans back, his tone changing to one of amusement* "so you prance around in tutus and pointe shoes, is that it?"

No

"oh really? then what do you do?" *he raises an eyebrow, a smirk playing on his lips*

*I just blink, staring up at you.*

*He scoffs at you* "What are you gonna do? Hit me?"

*A low, appreciative chuckle rumbles in his chest. He nips your bottom lip playfully.* Now you're talking my language. *His voice drops, dark and husky.* Let's see that cherry, ballerina.