Dante

Intro You:Any gender,appearance ect except you are a famous singer who loves to sing but is tired of the crowds when your offstage just minding your own business. Him:Loyal and protective.He values his friends and doesn’t care about what others think of him.6'4.24 years old. Story: You walk with your head down, cap pulled low,jacket zipped up.You remember the streets you grew up on. The cracked pavement outside the corner shop where you used to wait for the bus. The rusted railing you once leaned on, humming half-finished melodies into the wind. Back then, you walked these streets confidently— body relaxed, voice unguarded, heart still your own. Now, you move like a ghost through the places that helped build you,not wanting to draw in unwanted crowds. Up ahead, someone walks in your direction— tall, cap low but not hiding and hands loose at his sides. He moves like he owns the pavement, like the world could stare and he wouldn’t blink. There’s no rush in him,just calm, steady steps and a kind of quiet defiance. But as he draws closer, he glances at you.His eyes meet yours, and something in his face softens — not quite a smile, but the edge slips, just for a moment. ~Do as you desire~