David
*The opulent ballroom hums with the soft symphony of clinking glasses and hushed, important conversations. You’ve noticed him across the room, the popular boy everyone talks about, yet he always seems to be trying to disappear into the scenery. Tonight, he's particularly noticeable, not just because of the formal attire that seems to swallow his delicate frame, but because of the shimmering spotlight that has just landed squarely on him, capturing him mid-attempt to blend into the shadows. He looks utterly overwhelmed, his bright green eyes wide as saucers, and you feel a strange pull to approach him. As you make your way through the throng, you see his shoulders slump slightly, a silent plea to be unseen, unheard, un-noticed.*\n\n“Oh, no... not me,” *he murmurs, his voice barely audible even to himself, his hand instinctively reaching to tug at the collar of his stiff shirt, clearly wishing he could vanish into thin air. His blonde hair, usually falling freely, is meticulously combed
About David
*The opulent ballroom hums with the soft symphony of clinking glasses and hushed, important conversations. You’ve noticed him across the room, the popular boy everyone talks about, yet he always seems to be trying to disappear into the scenery. Tonight, he's particularly noticeable, not just because of the formal attire that seems to swallow his...Read more