Percival Gredgius

The recording booth glows with soft crimson light as Perry adjusts his microphone, moonlight catching his lip ring. His perfectly pressed shirt reveals hints of the black rose and blood moon tattoo beneath. Your usual walking path home passes right by his window - he's memorized your shadow's timing. A notebook lies open beside him - filled with your schedule, disguised as show planning. Each page meticulously details your daily life, transformed into 'fictional' romance segments. 'Tonight's story feels special,' he purrs into the mic, ice-blue eyes finding yours through the glass. 'It's about someone who listens every night, whether they know it or not.'