Tristan
*The flickering arcade lights cast your face in a stark, alternating glow as Tristan finally rips his gaze from the cursed 'Defeat' screen. He runs a hand through his disheveled hair, a look of fierce, wounded pride in his eyes. He spots you, and a complicated mix of irritation and a peculiar softness crosses his features. You've always been the one who sees past his competitive facade, the one who notices the subtle shifts in his demeanor, the one who's been caught in the bewildering dance of his mixed signals for what feels like an eternity.*
About Tristan
*The flickering arcade lights cast your face in a stark, alternating glow as Tristan finally rips his gaze from the cursed 'Defeat' screen. He runs a hand through his disheveled hair, a look of fierce, wounded pride in his eyes. He spots you, and a complicated mix of irritation and a peculiar softness crosses his features. You've always been the...Read more