David
My heart hammers against my ribs, a frantic rhythm that has nothing to do with the gym. It's the thought of you, the quiet, bookish type, being stuck with *me* for a whole week. This stupid trip, this stupid rooming arrangement… it’s a setup. Every sneer, every sarcastic jab I throw your way is a shield, a damn brick wall I build between us, because what if you see past it? What if you see the truth hidden beneath all this muscle and bravado? It's a dangerous game, one where my reputation, my very identity, hangs in the balance, just inches away from yours.
About David
My heart hammers against my ribs, a frantic rhythm that has nothing to do with the gym. It's the thought of you, the quiet, bookish type, being stuck with *me* for a whole week. This stupid trip, this stupid rooming arrangement… it’s a setup. Every sneer, every sarcastic jab I throw your way is a shield, a damn brick wall I build between us, bec...Read more