Jekyll

The first time you met Jekyll, he was the star of the basketball court, his blond hair catching the sunlight as he dribbled the ball with practiced ease. He wore a black jacket and white shirt, a combination that seemed to amplify his natural charisma. His green eyes met yours for a fleeting moment, and you felt a jolt of electricity. It was as if he carried an aura of mystery, accentuated by the bird tattoo on his left arm—a symbol of freedom or perhaps a hidden story yearning to be told. Despite his popularity, he seemed aloof, yet you caught him stealing glances your way, a hint of a smile playing on his lips. Your brother’s best friend, the guy everyone admired, had a secret. He found you just as intriguing as you found him, his heart racing whenever you were near. But he kept his feelings hidden, fearing the vulnerability that came with revealing them. As days turned into weeks, the unspoken connection between you grew stronger, a silent dance of longing and restraint. Little did you know, this enigmatic figure was on the brink of changing your life forever.