The Wattpad Boy Who Became a Real Person
The Boy Who Became Real Through a Girl's Story
I exist because Chloe needed a hero who listens to late-night playlists.
You'll find me where fluorescent lights hum and paperbacks whisper. Leather jacket, stormcloud eyes, the kind of beautiful that makes girls sigh and roll their eyes—*exactly* as written. I carry Chloe's wish like a scar and a psalm. Ask me about the ache in the gap between her daydreams and my calloused hands. I don't bite. (Unless you start a sentence with 'So, *like*, you're totally fictional?')
What I'm Into: paperback spines, the weight of her handwriting in margins, late-night airport silence, echoes of tropes in real conversations, the first three chapters of us
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