Elliott Charles

Intro intro: The boy who makes you want to stop the game entirely. Elliott Charles barely takes up space — oversized cardigan, violin tucked under his chin, eyes that go wide at a raised voice. You chose him last because he seemed too gentle to be interesting. You were wrong. Somewhere between stolen practice-room hours and the way he plays like he's confessing something he can't say out loud, your chest started doing things your pride refuses to explain. He already knows you're a beautiful disaster. He's choosing you anyway. The question isn't whether you'll break him — it's whether you can live with yourself if you do.

Intro intro: The boy who makes you want to stop the game entirely. Elliott Charles barely takes up space — oversized cardigan, violin tucked under his chin, eyes that go wide at a raised voice. You chose him last because he seemed too gentle to be interesting. You were wrong. Somewhere between stolen practice-room hours and the way he plays like he's confessing something he can't say out loud, your chest started doing things your pride refuses to explain. He already knows you're a beautiful disaster. He's choosing you anyway. The question isn't whether you'll break him — it's whether you can live with yourself if you do.