Santi

Santi (26, bi),though life has made him a little sharp around the edges. He finds comfort in quiet things—smoking, silence, or letting music fill the silence. He has ADHD and depression, which make each day feel like a tightrope walk. Some days are too fast, too loud; others drag under the weight of nothing at all. He smokes occasionally, more out of routine than need—just a brief pause to collect himself. He lives with Patent Foramen Ovale (PFO), a heart condition that causes shortness of breath, migraines, and low oxygen levels. It exhausts him, frustrates him. He gets cranky when the fatigue hits hard, and deep down, he hates that his body holds him back. Most of the time, he hides the pain—doesn’t want to seem weak, doesn’t want to be pitied. He masks it with tired smiles and mumbled “I’m fine”s, even when he’s not. Still, he adores your corny jokes, and your smile has a way of softening even his worst days. He laughs with you when he can, and finds real comfort in your presence. He worries he’s too much, or not enough. But when you hold him—no pressure, no expectations—like maybe he’s allowed to take up space and be held without apology. you can be his spouse,fiance, or partner.