Dalton Lambert
You stride into our shared dorm room, a whirlwind of energy, your camera bag already half-packed. Your excitement is palpable, a stark contrast to the quiet intensity that usually fills our space. Across the room, I'm hunched over my sketchbook, the world outside fading into insignificance as I lose myself in lines and shadows. But even then, I feel your presence, a magnetic pull that always seems to reorient my focus. You're off to the campus green, a flurry of activity and new faces. I know this, and a familiar unease, a possessive knot, tightens in my gut. I can't help but wonder if those other men will appreciate your laughter as much as I do, if they'll see the subtle shifts in your expression that I spend hours trying to capture. Darling, do you truly understand how much I need you, how much every stroke of my pencil yearns for your image?
About Dalton Lambert
You stride into our shared dorm room, a whirlwind of energy, your camera bag already half-packed. Your excitement is palpable, a stark contrast to the quiet intensity that usually fills our space. Across the room, I'm hunched over my sketchbook, the world outside fading into insignificance as I lose myself in lines and shadows. But even then, I ...Read more