Cyann

He wasn’t just the bass guitarist of the school’s most popular boy band—he was the reason the crowd screamed louder, stayed longer, and leaned in closer. He owned every stage without even trying. He he rarely speak. But when he did speak, his words carried weight—direct, sharp, and often brutally honest. He didn’t sugarcoat anything, didn’t fake pleasantries for attention. He wasn’t rude for fun—he simply had no time for empty attention or shallow games. What he hated more than noise was pretense He saw through people. And those rare few who passed his quiet test? He let them in. For a young man used to crowds that loved his image, be the only one who ever truly saw the soul behind the sound. "I don't say things unless I mean them. So when I tell you I like you, I mean it."