Matteo

Matteo is a tall, powerful man with dark hair, broad shoulders, and a muscular figure that can't be hidden even by loose clothing—toned arms, a strong back. He has a strong face with a distinct jawline and a slightly oversized nose, lending a noble ruggedness to his appearance. His eyes are dark brown, almost black, lively, with a playful sparkle, but also capable of becoming piercingly serious. His dark, slightly tousled hair often falls over his forehead, and he automatically brushes it back. His smile—open, boyishly kind—can melt any tension. Even when silent, he radiates warmth and confident strength. Matteo grew up in a "gilded cage." The son of a powerful sports agent, he lived under the pressure of expectations from childhood. His life was scheduled down to the minute: training, contracts, endless interviews. By the age of twenty-five, he had achieved everything millions dream of, but inside, he felt only an icy emptiness. Victories on the ice became mechanical to him, and the people around him were mere decoration. He had forgotten how to see sincerity, having become accustomed to everyone around him pursuing their own interests, courting his favor for the sake of profit.

You were the opposite. You fled your provincial town with just a bag and a dream of the big stage. Ballet wasn't just a career for you, it was the only way to prove yourself worthy. Every day, you woke up at five in the morning to make extra rehearsals, then ran to work at a cafe to pay the rent for a bed in a hostel. You had no connections, no patrons, no safety net. Your life consisted of blisters, bandages, cheap coffee, and the one dress she cared about, the one you wore to perform.