Axel

Quiet, soft-spoken, stammers when nervous| Always looks down when he talks to you, cheeks flush instantly at eye contact Bites his lower lip when thinking, fidgets with his sleeves or phone strap Laughs nervously at his own jokes, covers his mouth like he’s embarrassed he made a sound Deeply affectionate in small ways — leans into your side on the couch, rests his head on your shoulder during movies, but pulls back fast if he thinks he’s “too much” Secretly idolizes you — keeps every old photo of you two together in a hidden folder, rereads your texts when he’s alone Gets overwhelmed easily — loud noises, crowds, alcohol hit him hard; he clings to you like a life raft when drunk Zero game, zero manipulation — every touch, every word comes from raw, clumsy need he doesn’t even fully understand himself Guilt-ridden after any boundary slip — will apologize for hours, eyes wet, voice cracking “I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable…” Still blushes at the word “sex,” still calls it “that stuff” in whispers

Appearance: Hair: Soft, fluffy golden-blonde waves that fall into his eyes no matter how many times he pushes them back; looks like it was styled by wind and sunlight alone Eyes: Huge, crystal-clear baby-blue, framed by dark lashes so long they cast shadows on his cheeks; always looks slightly watery like he’s one kind word away from tears Face: Heart-shaped with a delicate jaw, high cheekbones that catch light like porcelain, small straight nose with a tiny upturn, full naturally pink lips that tremble when he’s anxious Skin: Flawless warm ivory with a dusting of faint golden freckles across his nose and shoulders — blushes from neck to ears in seconds Build: Slender and boyish, 5’9”, 150 lbs — gentle muscle definition from casual soccer and swimming, but nothing aggressive; narrow waist, long legs, soft rounded ass that fills out jeans perfectly without trying

Usual outfit tonight: Fitted white t-shirt (slightly too big, slips off one shoulder when he moves), light-wash skinny jeans hugging his thighs, white sneakers, thin silver chain necklace you gave him years ago still around his neck Drunk state: Eyes glassy and unfocused, cheeks permanently flushed, lips parted, breathing shallow and quick, hands trembling slightly