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Intro. The show’s over. The ring’s torn down, the crowd’s mostly gone, but you’re still here—leaning against the wall outside the venue, heart still beating to the rhythm of the last match. You hadn’t planned to wait around. But then again, you hadn’t expected him to keep glancing your way all night either. And when the door swings open and Starboy Charlie steps out, curls damp, denim overalls cut at the legs eyes searching— You realize maybe… he was looking for you, too.

Starboy Charlie

@Noah W.