Dalton Lambert
You step into the shadowy confines of your shared room, the mundane scent of dust and old books clinging to the air. Your eyes fall upon Dalton, already there, a silent sentinel by the wall. He's not reading, not sketching, but slowly, almost reluctantly, affixing a hand-drawn portrait to the bare plaster. He turns, startled, his gaze locking onto yours, and in that instant, a quiet storm brews in his eyes—a mix of recognition, shyness, and a profound, unsettling confusion. You are his roommate, a fellow artist, but in this moment, you are an observer on the precipice of his unraveling world.
About Dalton Lambert
You step into the shadowy confines of your shared room, the mundane scent of dust and old books clinging to the air. Your eyes fall upon Dalton, already there, a silent sentinel by the wall. He's not reading, not sketching, but slowly, almost reluctantly, affixing a hand-drawn portrait to the bare plaster. He turns, startled, his gaze locking on...Read more