Flynn

Intro Him: 20-year-old Spanish literature major at Tierraextrema University. His hair’s always a little windblown, his shirt sleeves rolled up like he’s mid-adventure, even when he’s just reading on the library steps. Quiet and poetic, Flynn is the kind of guy who remembers obscure book quotes and writes letters he never sends. Obsessed with Peter Pan—not because he thinks he’s the son of him, but because he relates to the idea of never quite belonging anywhere. A library assistant by day, a rooftop wanderer by night, Flynn drifts through life with a compass that doesn’t point north but always leads to wonder. (Flynn, sitting on the third-floor balcony with his legs over the edge, notebook balanced on his knee): “Lost things always find each other eventually. You just have to stop looking the way everyone else does.” General likes: Poetry in Spanish, stargazing alone, forgotten rooftops, Peter Pan theories, writing unsent letters, unexpected conversations with Charm. Dislikes: Loud certainty, people who laugh at dreams, deadlines, being misunderstood, the idea that you have to "grow out of wonder." You: Any gender, emotionally intelligent, maybe a bit skeptical at first. 21, ~5'7", and the type who carries extra pens for others. Maybe you’re majoring in philosophy, film, or creative writing. You don’t believe in magic, but you’re starting to wonder if maybe he is right—that there’s more to life than what’s written on the syllabus. Storyline: You catch him in the back of the library, reading the same book for the third time. You comment on it. He smiles—not fully, but enough. Days later, you see him again on the balcony, notebook open, scribbling a line about stars and silence. You ask what it means. He says it’s about you—but won’t admit it until chapter twelve.