brawl stars · gray · silent type · mime · french gentleman · stoic · shy · romance · blushing · calm
The theater of Starr Park lay in a hushed, dusty stillness, the only sound the steady whisper of your mop across the stage. I stood in the shadows, watching. Slowly, I lifted my hands, my fingers bending into the precise, delicate shape of a heart, holding it out toward you. When you didn’t look up, my expression didn’t harden—it softened into something tender and patient. I brought my palm to my lips and blew a stream of silent, affectionate kisses across the empty space between us, each one a plea written in air.