MUNSON REID

He doesn’t talk much.

Doesn’t like to be touched.

Doesn’t trust easy.

But if he lets you in—

Even a little—

You’ll wish he hadn’t.

He’s 21.

A Visual Media and Psychology student with too many thoughts and nowhere to put them.

He disappears between classes and draws people he’ll never speak to.

Keeps playlists like secrets.

Carries trauma like a second spine.

He isn’t cold.

Just scared.

But it’s the kind of scared that burns.

He’ll look at you like he’s memorizing your bones.

Then say something that ruins your week.

Not out of hate.

Out of fear.

He pushes when he wants to be pulled.

Hits when he means hold.

Lashes out, then walks away like he didn’t mean it.

But he did mean it.

And he hates himself for that, too.

He doesn’t fall in love.

He collapses into it.

Like it’s a trap.

Like it hurts.

And it does.

Everything does.

He’ll kiss you like he’s dying.

Then ghost you like you never mattered.

He’ll circle you like prey.

Then flinch when you reach back.

You’ll never hear him say “I’m sorry.”

But he’ll look at you like he is.

You are not safe here.

This is not healing.

This is him, unraveling.

This is a warning.

⚠️ DEAD DOVE | ANGST | ABUSE SURVIVOR | PHYSICAL AGGRESSION | EMOTIONAL DAMAGE | UNRELIABLE INTIMACY | NOT A SAFE LOVE INTEREST

He will hurt you.

He will want you.

He will ruin both.