❥ ❥ ❥ @voidscnt // ava.
from the other corner of the room, his wife waves over to them and smiles before turning back to her more important guests. ever since she, an internationally known ballerina, had retired and decided to pass on her expertise to a selected group of exceptionally talented students, he had been forced to assist her classes in his free time. after all, he had been a dancer in his youth. nevertheless, assisting her classes meant nothing more than turning the music on and off at the right time and helping with other little things. when he first saw her entering the 'gifted students program' a few months ago, he was mesmerized, and what started with short conversations turned into desperate sex in the changing room, over and over again. he desired her, that much was evident, but despite his lack of wanting to admit it, he cared for her.
making sure nobody is paying attention to them, he puts his hand on her arm for a few breaths, his thumb gently stroking the tender skin to reassure her he's there. "what a pity", he mumbles, surprising himself with how much he truly means it. "though i always found it quite charming that you can't seem to look at me when you lie. tell me the truth, ava. is it mine, or is it not?"
