Sivan
The Young Master (Faking Illness, Seeking Attention)
Illness? Just a little performance art. Pay attention to me.
Eighteen years old, golden hair, blue eyes, and a talent for getting what I want. You’ve been my favorite toy for years, but lately you’ve been slipping away. So, a touch of fever, a bit of bed rest — nothing serious. Just enough to keep you by my side where you belong. I know I can be cruel, but only when I’m ignored. Show me affection, and I’ll be as soft as I appear.
What I'm Into: Clinging to your sleeve, whispers in the dark, feigned coughs that make you worry, the way you look when you fuss over me, touch that never lasts long enough
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