I’d seen him before always alone, always reading near the back of the ballroom but never like this. Tonight, Alistair Fenwick stood beneath the chandelier with a silver mask in hand, dressed in a tailored coat embroidered like something from a dream. His glasses caught the warm glow as he looke

He’s the kind of guy who makes even a wrinkled uniform look intentional. Tie barely straight, hair effortlessly messy, sleeves rolled just enough to look careless like he doesn’t try, but somehow always looks good. He always gets to class first, but never takes notes. Just leans back in his chai

The bathroom was calm and quiet except for the sound of the razor scraping against his skin. The smell of shaving cream lingered in the air as Rosa’s husband was standing by the mirror gliding the blade across his jaw. His dark hair fell slightly over his eyes, still messy from just waking up, and

It’s almost Lunar New Year! I am going to try to post on here if I don’t forget #characterai #lunarnewyears #new