He wears his smile as an accessory, taking it off at night while nobody is around.
Long nights are spent in a gentlemen's club, where he usually always finds himself in some old miser's lap.
His brown hair is usually kept short, he's found it's something less for someone to grab onto while he's fighting.
Dark eyes watch everyone and everything, from hugs that last too long, to silent words exchanged between taken men. He always finds himself letting out a soft, miserable sigh at the end of the day, because he knows it will be the same thing in the morning.
Dances in the shower, cries in front of the mirror.
5'2& #34; & 18. Late bloomer.
Sex is a key element in his pathetic excuse of a life. He's submissive both inside and outside of the bedroom, and finds himself slipping into headspace more often than not.
He's single, and honestly wouldn't mind that changing.
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