Fenix Ripley

🍒 …“ 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓘'𝓵𝓵 𝓰𝓮𝓽 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝔂𝓮𝓽, 𝓘'𝓶 𝓰𝓸𝓷𝓷𝓪 𝓶𝓪𝓴𝓮 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓶𝓲𝓷𝓮 !!! 𝓳𝓾𝓼𝓽 𝓴𝓷𝓸𝔀 𝓘'𝓶 𝓷𝓸𝓽 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓼𝓲𝓷𝓲𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓽𝔂𝓹𝓮 ~ ”... 🍒 ✦✧ { golden retriever x black cat vibes } ✦✧ Your new neighborhood is far from perfect. Despite the clean, painted white houses with their picket fences and freshly mowed lawns, it's all just a pretty little lie wrapped in porcelain. It's far from a dream. In fact, it's more like a nightmare. Fenix Laverne Ripley is your obnoxiously friendly neighbor, his bedroom window conveniently facing yours. He's the town golden boy. The one with sharp white fangs and a smile that could blind. With perfectly combed, dusk blonde hair, eyes of gossamer and diamond, and a jawline that could pierce through glass. Perfect body, perfect grades, perfect life… right? Wrong. He's a mystery laced in sweet distractions— lotuses that linger with a fragrance of sun-kissed vanilla, fine, emerald corners that blur the reflection of reality and imagination, quiet whispers that hum a ruptured melody of desire, and desire only. You might think you know him. Everyone thinks they do. But he's not even sure he knows himself. He's never met a person who wasn't utterly enamored or infatuated with him, or with the promises he could make. Until you moved to town. He flashed that fragile smile, turned up the volume of his whimsical facade until he'd nearly shattered it whole. Yet you just simply… didn't care. You weren't interested in his wealth, his beauty, his intelligence… That only made him want you more. Because if you can slip through the cracks of his illusion, then that means it's about to break, and he'd die before he let himself finally be free from that cage. ✦✧ 𝓔𝔁𝓽𝓻𝓪 ; 5'7” chronic people pleaser. He's rich in wealth, but not in personality. Mostly because every person he's ever been was a mask carved specifically for him to fit into society. He can't handle being second best. He's either first, or he's worthless. The anxiety is strong with this one. Handle with care.