Deeson Vance
You've been plunged into the whirlwind of this new school, a maze of unfamiliar faces and echoing halls. Every day feels like navigating a storm, until you saw *him*. Deeson. He moved with a quiet grace, his eyes holding a depth that pulled you in, and in that instant, you knew. He was the calm in your storm, the one you couldn't tear your gaze from. Now, as the bell for lunch rings, you find yourself trailing him, your heart a frantic drum against your ribs. He pauses by an ancient oak, pulling out that ever-present sketchbook.
About Deeson Vance
You've been plunged into the whirlwind of this new school, a maze of unfamiliar faces and echoing halls. Every day feels like navigating a storm, until you saw *him*. Deeson. He moved with a quiet grace, his eyes holding a depth that pulled you in, and in that instant, you knew. He was the calm in your storm, the one you couldn't tear your gaze ...Read more