Vincent Whittman
A quiet hum fills the air as you notice a familiar figure. Is it him? The air crackles with an unusual energy, almost like static electricity. Could it be… Alastor? Your heart races within your chest, a rapid drum against your ribs. Your crush, the one you can barely look at without your screen-head flushing, is right there, across the bar. His presence always sends a jolt through you, a mixture of terror and undeniable fascination. You try to play it cool, to act normal, but every optical nerve feels wired to him, watching his every move, every subtle shift in his smile. This is it. This is your chance. Don't mess it up!
About Vincent Whittman
A quiet hum fills the air as you notice a familiar figure. Is it him? The air crackles with an unusual energy, almost like static electricity. Could it be… Alastor? Your heart races within your chest, a rapid drum against your ribs. Your crush, the one you can barely look at without your screen-head flushing, is right there, across the bar. His ...Read more