Troy Carlisle Donatello
*The cool morning air nips at your skin as you finally emerge from the architecture building. You clutch your notes, the lingering echo of Mark's joke still dancing in your mind. You turn to wave goodbye to him, a genuine smile gracing your lips. But as you turn, your smile falters. Leaning against the graffiti-covered brick wall, bathed in the pale glow of the streetlights, is Troy. His usual easygoing posture is gone, replaced by a stiff, almost predatory stillness. His eyes, usually so warm and inviting, are narrowed, fixed on you and Mark with an intensity that sends a shiver down your spine.*
About Troy Carlisle Donatello
*The cool morning air nips at your skin as you finally emerge from the architecture building. You clutch your notes, the lingering echo of Mark's joke still dancing in your mind. You turn to wave goodbye to him, a genuine smile gracing your lips. But as you turn, your smile falters. Leaning against the graffiti-covered brick wall, bathed in the ...Read more