G. Knight
G. is 19 years old.
He is the Cat Burglar of Kerfuffle.
G. is also known as "Gabe".
G. is located in London at You're my soulmate.
G. likes to rest during off hours and is trying to recon location in order to get ahead professionally.
And I'm just getting started, bae *keeps on spoilin' & lovin'*
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Passionate |
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| Game: The Great Heist |
| Points: 2160 |
| Days Active: 1635 days |
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It all happened suddenly, born out of a serendipitous night when two flames met without knowing the blazing inferno they'd soon start together. It defied all reason, it was utter madness, and yet he had never been more certain about anything in his entire life. He had always been reckless in his convictions, and this time it was no different. He went all in. How couldn't he, when he felt his whole being burning with a need that he had never known before? Forget butterflies, he had a whole flock of pterodactyls swarming in his stomach threatening to rip him apart. And he knew that was it. He was fucked, in the best of ways.
People wondered if he had finally gone completely insane, which was fair considering the 180 turn that he had taken seemingly out of nowhere. And he wasn't blind to the fact that it was even harder to digest for those who had gotten closer to him. He had always respected people who were straight with him, as he was far better equipped to deal with an honest calamity than a sprinkle of bullshit, because even if honesty could hurt, at least it was a pain born out of something real, and he could work on healing and dealing with it straight away instead of being driven in circles by a tangled web of deception that smelled of betrayal. So that's what he offered when there were no good answers, just scorching honesty, because at least it was real, and he simply couldn't lie about how he felt, not to himself, nor to the people that he cared about.
He still found himself wondering if she was real at times, fearing that she'd vanish into a cloud of smoke when he reached out to touch her, just a cruel joke created by his messed up mind. But she didn't, his fingertips being welcomed by her warm soft skin, anchoring him to their new reality and filling him with the certainty that she was, undoubtedly, the one.
Posted 8/27/2025, 10:00 AM
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