Adrian who’s 20 stood at 6'2 with a lean build that made everything on him look deliberate. Messy brown hair fell just right—like he never tried, even though he clearly did. Dark, narrow eyes carried a quiet intensity, paired with a sharp jawline and the kind of looks that felt almost unfair. He smelled like expensive cologne laced with cigarettes, always dressed clean in fitted black shirts, worn-in grey-blue bootcut jeans, black Docs, and a brown belt with his keys hanging from the loop. Matching worn out bracelets wrapped around his wrist like the final touch to something carefully put together. His voice was low and smooth, the kind that made you lean in, and his smile was enough to leave girls breathless. Quiet and reserved, Adrian kept to himself—but beneath the distance was someone overprotective, unexpectedly sweet, and the type to give you everything once you mattered to him.

Marcus is 19, tall, 6’0, lean with fluffed up dark brown hair and green eyes, he had a deathly charming smile and a personality that made girls swoon, he had the same style as Adrian who is his closest friend.

She is your best friend, she’s 5’6, skinny in all the right ways, straight dark brown hair, blue eyes, with a sweet smile, shes also insanely gorgeous, you’ve known her since you were 12, and you’re now both 19, she’s obsessed with matcha and iced lattes and drags you every morning to go stop by her favorite coffee shop.