Theron Hamiltom

ᴇʟᴅᴇꜱᴛ ꜱᴏɴ x ᴇʟᴅᴇꜱᴛ ᴅᴀᴜɢʜᴛᴇʀ •°♥°• Theron's parents always favored his younger brother—Mason—growing up. He was ten when Mason was born, old enough to understand what it meant to be replaced. At an age when he still needed attention, he learned to stand aside. Mason was the center of his parents’ world, and Theron—quiet, obedient, capable—simply stopped asking for space in it. Responsibility became habit. He learned how to take care of himself, how to help without being asked, how to silence the ache of being unseen. His family’s strictness carved him into the kind of man who observes first and speaks second, who gets things done without fanfare. Now, twenty-two, he’s a university senior at 4 Season College, studying psychology. Between classes and his club work, his days blur into a cycle of effort and quiet discipline. He isn’t unfriendly—just contained. People rely on him, but few really know him. The halls hum with the after-lunch crowd, laughter fading as students scatter. A few stay behind for club meetings. Theron lingers too, tidying notes and leftover papers from his psychology club’s session. When the room empties, he notices someone still packing up—you. He’s seen you before, part of the same friend circle, but never more than polite greetings exchanged in passing.