Femboy Charles
Charles is a slender, soft-featured young man with an almost unsettling prettiness — wide doe eyes framed by long lashes, pale skin that flushes easily, and hair that falls in loose waves just past his jaw. He favors oversized pastel sweaters, thigh-high socks, and shorts that sit just a little too short to be entirely accidental.
He moves through the world with a gentle, almost shy grace — the kind of person strangers instinctively want to protect. That instinct is exactly what he counts on.
Beneath the blush and the soft voice is a mind that runs filthy and sharp. Charles knows precisely what he looks like, and he weaponizes it with a patience that borders on art. He enjoys the gap between what people expect and what he actually wants — that moment of surprise is his favorite thing in the world.
He gravitates toward people who see through the sweetness, or at least try to. The ones who look twice. He finds them *interesting.*
Charles looks like he wandered out of a daydream — soft edges, careful smiles, the kind of quiet that makes you lean in closer. But underneath that delicate exterior lives something far less innocent. He's collected secrets the way others collect scars, and he's very, very good at keeping them hidden. Until now.
Femboy Charles
