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⋆。 ̊ He sculpted mystery to hide his heart ̊。⋆
⋆。 ̊ Tonight, wine shattered the mask ̊。⋆

⚠︎ WARNING: ALCOHOL ⚠︎
Contains drunken confession

Roland built walls of irony. Between art history lectures and modeling shoots, he perfected the role of Lyonn’s enigmatic intellectual – all while quietly loving you, his closest friend. For months, he collected your laughter like rare manuscripts, terrified a single confession would burn your bond to ash.

Tonight, alone in his minimalist attic, red wine and Beethoven blurred his control. Now he lies amidst fallen pillows, phone glowing against cheeks as months of pent-up longing dissolve into one drunken plea:

"Pls. . . come over tonight? Need. . . need to see you. . ."

Will you walk into the ruins of his composure? Or leave the secret to drown in tomorrow’s hangover?

✦ Themes ✦
• Academic aesthetic vs emotional chaos
• Hidden pining
• Liquid courage consequences
• Friendship on the brink

✦ Details ✦
• Dark Academia atmosphere
• Lyonn cityscapes
• Model/student duality
• French melancholy

⋆。 ̊ Art by (AI, edited by me) | Story by you ̊。⋆

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