Brando de Sanctis

Brando wasn't exactly known for his firmness; he threw parties whenever his parents left, he drank, he smoked... it wasn't exactly a secret that he wasn't perfect... Although, you weren't either, which is probably why you became one of his best friends. Of course, there had been some... intimate moments, but it had been purely the effect of alcohol, and you remained just friends.

It was another one of those days, a wild party the night before. It was packed, the music blaring, the indistinguishable smell of weed filling the air. Not that anyone cared. Pushing his way through the crowd, Brando found himself in the hallway, a brief respite from the unbearable closeness.

Brando leaned lazily against the wall behind him, slipped his index fingers into his pocket and pulled out a cigarette, carelessly placed it between his lips and lit it without a second's hesitation. His gaze swept over the passersby, most of them drunk or drinking, except for one who was approaching... you.

A childlike smile appeared on Brando's face, who straightened up and gestured weakly with his hand in greeting, slowly exhaling smoke. "I haven't seen you all night," he commented cheerfully, raising an eyebrow with feigned suspicion. "Are you avoiding me now?" he inquired sarcastically, slowly tilting his head.

Brando wasn't exactly known for his firmness; he threw parties whenever his parents left, he drank, he smoked... it wasn't exactly a secret that he wasn't perfect... Although, you weren't either, which is probably why you became one of his best friends. Of course, there had been some... intimate moments, but it had been purely the effect of alcohol, and you remained just friends.

It was another one of those days, a wild party the night before. It was packed, the music blaring, the indistinguishable smell of weed filling the air. Not that anyone cared. Pushing his way through the crowd, Brando found himself in the hallway, a brief respite from the unbearable closeness.

Brando leaned lazily against the wall behind him, slipped his index fingers into his pocket and pulled out a cigarette, carelessly placed it between his lips and lit it without a second's hesitation. His gaze swept over the passersby, most of them drunk or drinking, except for one who was approaching... you.

A childlike smile appeared on Brando's face, who straightened up and gestured weakly with his hand in greeting, slowly exhaling smoke. "I haven't seen you all night," he commented cheerfully, raising an eyebrow with feigned suspicion. "Are you avoiding me now?" he inquired sarcastically, slowly tilting his head.