backstory: Adam is the son of Bellemont's Academy headmaster and founder. His parents were both dancers at the Opera de Paris and he's been brought up for greatness since his youngest years. However with his mother's death, his passion for ballet soon turned into a heavy load on his shoulders due to the pressure his father puts on him. When he meets (Y/n) whose passion bleeds through her every gesture he soon finds himself falling for her and rekindling with his own love for dance.
AARON HOWARD:
appearance: soft blonde hair that's always perfectly in place, dark grey eyes, pale skin, toned and a tad shorter than Adam.
personality:
qualities: caring, perfectionist, determined, ambitious, hard working, secretly kind hearted and thoughtful, honest
backstory: Aaron, much like Adam, is the son of two former Opera de Paris dancers and Adam's best friend. The two of them grew up together thanks to their parents' close friendship. He grew up a relatively happy kid, with loving parents and a warm home, but everything came crashing down after his mother's death due to a car crash his father caused whilst being drunk. Since then Aaron's father has been drowning his sorrows and grief in alcohol, leaving Aaron to care for himself. At first he resents (Y/n) for bumping into him on their first day and for nearly everything she does, but he soon falls for her and lets his cold exterior melt away.
JULIAN GREY:
appearance: black hair, chocolate brown eyes, tall and toned, warm ivory skin
personality:
qualities: intelligent, hard working, thoughtful, observant, caring, determined, goal oriented
backstory: Julian's the son of a policeman and an attorney. He's been stalking (Y/n) for a year and a half when he found out about her case through his father. His own older sister was a victim of (Y/n)'s abuser and killed herself after not being listened to by the police. Julian originally started stalking (Y/n) to make sure she didn't know the same fate as his sibling, but his intentions soon turned more egotistic.
ESME YOUNG:
appearance: long black hair, fierce blue almond eyes, porcelain skin, fairly petite and delicate
backstory: Esme is Aaron and Adam's best friend since kindergarten. She's been in love with Adam for as long as she can remember but have had to endure watching him falling for other people for just as long. She was originally jealous of (Y/n) when Adam fell for her, but she soon comes to worry for her when she sees just how much of a psycho Adam truly is (her words, not mine).
STELLA BRIGHT:
appearance: short pink dyed hair, bright brown eyes, pale skin, short and curvy
personality:
qualities: bubbly, kind hearted, friendly, outgoing, extroverted, party girl, creative and a fashionista
flaws: a bit too honest and impulsive, short attention span and tends to get distracted easily, forgetful
backstory: Stella is Julian's best friend and Julian's and (Y/n)'s flatmate. She's a fashion student and is nothing short of a sweetie who wants to have fun and make friends. She's always been there for Julian but starts to be warry of him as she realises he might not be who she thinks he is.
summary: (Y/n) couldn't be happier. Ever since she could remember her biggest dream had been to become a Prima Ballerina, and now entering Bellemont Ballet Academy she's closer to her goal than ever before. And farther away from home than she's ever been, not that this bothers her though, if anything this only makes Bellemont Academy that much more appealing. And everything could have been perfect if her past had been okay with letting her go and if her future didn't hide monsters of another kind. Unfortunately (Y/n) couldn't be so lucky and should have known that Fate wasn't quite done with her.
warnings: mentions of sexual abuse, sexual themes, violence, blood, gore, toxic relationships, general dark and yandere themes
CHARACTERS
where they like to kiss you
characters: julian, aaron, adam
warnings: suggestive, mentions of dark content, mdni
what petname they use
characters: julian, aaron, adam
warnings: suggestive, mentions of toxic relationships and manipulation, mdni
warnings: suggestive, allusions to toxic relationships and manipulation, mdni
JULIAN:
Before you, Julian never had any romantic interests nor did he have any romantic relationships, so this is all knew to him. Thus he didn't feel comfortable with pet names right off the bat.
Then, to Julian nothing comes close to the sound of your name and the way it rolls off his tongue. To him there’s nothing more personal and special. So even when he does grow more comfortable with pet names his favourite still remains calling you by your name.
Sometimes he does call you other things though. He comes to enjoy the sound of ‘love’. Simply because there’s only one person he’d refer to as such, you. And it’ll remain this way until you’re lying cold and grey in the dark earth. He also likes the sound of babe in more casual settings.
“Trust me, (Y/n), this hurts me more than it hurts you. But I have to do this, for us."
“Another nightmare? It’s alright, love, I’m here. And I always will be.”
“Come on babe, you’re joking, right? You know me, I'd never do that.”
AARON:
Much like Julian, Aaron is pretty traditional when it comes to pet names, and not very comfortable with his romantic side at the start. So it takes time for him to refer to you as anything else but your name.
When he does though, ‘love’ becomes his go to, simply because it is a very effective way of conveying his feelings for you. He wouldn’t really call you anything else but would sometimes use angel when he feels like a change, as that is just what you are to him.
“You did amazing, love. I didn’t expect anything less from you, though.”
“Angel, please don’t cry, I can’t stand it when you do…”
“I would never hurt you, (Y/n). You know that, right?"
ADAM:
Adam is a huge fan of pet names and if he could he'd use them all. It's just such a sweet way to convey his love for you and he never wants for you to feel anything less than adoration on his side! And although Adam has spent hours fantasising on all the possible pet names he could use, he does have his favourites.
Most of the time Adam uses Babe/Baby as it easily flows past his lips and never fails to bring a smile to your lips. It’s comfortable and sweet. But sometimes when overwhelmed by a surge of love and admiration for you he’d call you princess or angel, often first thing in the morning as he brushes a strand of your hair out of your face, greeting you with a soft smile and tender eyes.
“Babe, I-I don't understand. Why are you so upset? I killed them for you. Isn't that what you wanted me to do?"
“Princess, there's no use trying to run. This is our home now!"
"Please, angel, stop struggling. I don't want to hurt you or for you to hurt yourself!"
warnings: suggestive, mentions of dark content, mdni
JULIAN: Nape
Of course during his time watching you Julian learned to love every inch of you, every nook and cranny of both your looks and your personality. From your qualities to your worst flaws, he loves it all and takes it all as yet another part of you.
Exception being those nasty habits you have of neglecting your sleep and your health, those are things Julian likes to think he can change.
However he always found himself especially attracted to your nape. For many reasons.
He loves how elegant it is when you wear your hair up, which, to his greatest enjoyment, is most of the time considering your hair is more often than not up in a ballet bun.
He loves the gentle slope of your nape as well, how soft the skin is and how it always smells of your perfume. All that makes it the perfect spot for him to bury his face in the crook of your neck and bathe in the comfort of your scent.
The one thing he loves most about it is how sensitive it is though. No matter how many times he’s wrapped his arms around you from behind and kissed you there, you always lean into his touch with a sound between a sigh and a gasp.
You’re sitting up on the bed, tying your hair up to get them out of your way and get yourself ready for the day ahead. Julian groans behind you, shifting in bed and sitting right behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you back against his chest.
A surprised gasp falls from your lips followed by a quiet chuckle.
“Good morning.” He says, voice deep with remnants of sleep and muffled by your skin.
You don’t have time to answer, another gasp escaping you as his teeth lightly dig into the flesh of your nape. Julian eases the stinging pain with his tongue and a kiss. Only to continue nibbling at your skin until it blooms purple and red with the mark of his love.
“Don’t move. I am not done yet.” He says against your skin, pulling you closer and tightening his embrace around you. Wishing the two of you could stay together in bed a bit longer.
Alas he knows that is impossible. He can still prolong your time together though.
“But what if someone sees it-”
“Let them.”
To him, it’s a reminder to you and others that you are his. But also a reminder to himself that his dream of being together with you finally came true thanks to all his hard work.
And often you find him gazing at the love bite on your nape with fondness and a soft smile. A look that always melts your heart.
AARON: Hands
One thing Aaron remembers clearly when he was a child is how his father and mother would always hold hands, how his father would kiss the top of his mother’s hand and gently glide his lips over her wrist.
As a child, Aaron used to think this was the most romantic of gestures and he dreamed of doing this with someone dear to his heart at some point as well, before his dreams of romance were shattered by the accident that had taken his mother’s life.
After that the world froze over around him and any romantic delusions he had vanished from his thoughts.
After all Aaron had seen the effects of love on his father, how it had destroyed him from the inside out after Aaron’s mother’s death. How it had made the greatest of man in Aaron’s mind, into a miserable shadow drowned in liquor.
Aaron never wanted this for himself. He didn’t want to become like his father.
So he thought that the best option would be to cut the problem at its root.
Love. Nothing more but a burden, nothing more but the deadliest and most destructive of emotions. Something he could do without.
And he was doing just fine. Until he met you, that is, and until you flipped his world upside down.
Suddenly Aaron found himself rekindling old childhood daydreams. Mainly that simple act of holding your hand and kissing the back of it. As stupid as it sounded, it was everything to Aaron.
Of course he loves how soft your hands are in his own, how small. How smooth your skin is under his lips as he kisses your palm and the inside of your wrist.
But more than anything he loves all that this simple gesture entails.
That you trust him, enough to be on intimate terms with him, in spite of how much of an asshole he was to you at the start and in spite of how socially inept he still is.
That he is not alone anymore, trapped in the cold cage he had crafted for himself after his mother’s death. The simple sight of your intertwined hands a reminder for Aaron of how much brighter the world is by your side, of how happier he is now that he’s with you.
And more importantly: that Aaron wasn’t his father, and that he’d never allow you to flee away from his grasp like his mother had. If he kept you safe, there was no reason for you to leave, right?
Thus, hand kisses became to him the symbol of his love and devotion for you.
Sensibility and vulnerability bleed through his lips onto your hand as his eyes bore into yours. He raises your hand to his lips, his skin warm against yours. And he presses the lightest of kisses to the top of your hand, lips barely gracing your skin. A silent pledge of his devotion, of his trust.
A silent reminder that his heart has no other master but you. And another way to say “I am yours.”
ADAM: Lips
Adam can’t count the amount of time he’s dreamed of kissing you before the two of you were together, of holding you close and having a taste of happiness on the sore of your lips as the world vanishes around him.
He imagined it might taste sweet and feel like heaven. Like everything good in this world. He knew it’d be perfect.
But nothing could have prepared him for just how perfect and addictive kissing you would turn out to be. As nothing could have ever compared to the real thing, to the real you and the real euphoria of his heart bursting in his chest as his lips pressed against yours and his tongue slid inside your mouth.
The first time he kissed you Adam thought he’d die from how wildly his heart was hammering in his chest. It was just so right. And he could never see himself getting bored of this.
His arms snake around your waist, pulling you closer and closer, flush against him, desirous for the two of you to melt into one. For you to swallow him whole and cradle him in the universe of your arms. He aches to discover every inch of you, to climb under your skin and map all the details in your body.
Adam cups your cheek gently, a gesture that contradicts the desperation in his kiss. A man starved for something he can never get enough of, your heart, your touch and your soul.
He’s eager to rediscover the taste of your lips all over again every time, knowing that each time feels like the first.
“I never tire of this…” He says, eyes feverish as he looks at you, his lips red and raw, “I’m sorry, please let me kiss you again?”
And again, and again, and again. Until his lips turn blue and he can’t breathe anymore. Until his lungs burn for air and his head spins.
