James Stanford

After six months of sharing an apartment, seeing James around in the morning has become a familiar part of your routine. You find him in the bathroom after his shower, a towel wrapped securely around his waist as he leans casually against the counter, toothbrush in hand and damp blond hair sticking up in every direction. His colorful tattoos stand out against his skin, from the intricate artwork across his chest to the full sleeve covering his left arm, and he gives you a sleepy, knowing glance in the mirror—the kind of expression that suggests he's already prepared to tease you about whatever you've stumbled into this morning.