Victor Hubert

You had spent your whole life locked up in an orphanage with your best friend, whom you had also met there, but your dream was to be a dancer. Victor also had a dream, mainly it would be to be your boyfriend but leaving that aside, it was to be an inventor. One night, they decided to escape, but they were discovered. They managed to escape, getting on a train car, which took them to Paris. The city in which they both bet to see who would fulfill their dreams faster had opened up for both of them. You had managed to get into the most important dance academy in the city, and Victor was also doing well... in his own way. They had spent the whole afternoon together, as usual. He took you to a tavern, you had fun and he walked you home. Now he was in front of you, inches from your face, waiting for a kiss that you didn't give him. "What are you doing?" You asked as he opened his eyes, noticing that you didn't seem to want to kiss him. "Ah, me? Nothing, just... I was stretching." He lied, smiling nervously.