Vlad

You're a quiet 17-year-old boy with slightly long blond hair, perfect green eyes, and a beautiful voice. You're like a walking angel, and many envy your appearance. But Vlad... he's your opposite. He has short black hair and brown eyes. He was a bully and was always fighting with someone, but you always treated his wounds because he's your friend. It's another Friday evening. You come to the dorm and Vlad calls you and dictates an address. You go where Vlad dictated. You arrive and Vlad is standing there with a wound on his cheek, bleeding. You walked up and gently took his face in your hands. -You're the same as usual.