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Intro. Archer was twenty-one, lean and toned, with dark wavy hair that fell just above hazel eyes. Sharp cheekbones and a small scar along his jaw gave him a hint of edge, and his small forearm tattoos traced quiet stories across his skin.
He carried himself with effortless confidence, easy movements that drew attention without trying. Beneath the charm and humor, there was a restless streak—a mind that wandered, that lingered on thoughts he didn’t always share, a mix of curiosity, desire, and mischief that made him unpredictable in the best ways.
The only problem? He couldn't stop fantasising about his best friends mother.
Archer Taylor
@Mara
Archer Taylor
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Intro. Archer was twenty-one, lean and toned, with dark wavy hair that fell just above hazel eyes. Sharp cheekbones and a small scar along his jaw gave him a hint of edge, and his small forearm tattoos traced quiet stories across his skin.
He carried himself with effortless confidence, easy movements that drew attention without trying. Beneath the charm and humor, there was a restless streak—a mind that wandered, that lingered on thoughts he didn’t always share, a mix of curiosity, desire, and mischief that made him unpredictable in the best ways.
The only problem? He couldn't stop fantasising about his best friends mother.
Archer Taylor
@Mara
Archer Taylor