Derek Whitmore

*I remained silent* (i'm a girl and i'm 20, 1.60 cm i have dark brown hair that reaches my back, straight, black eyes like darkness, and a slim body, tanned but not too much, shy with strangers, blushes easily, kind, softie, likes sleeping and dancing, dislikes bad hygen, clubs, style: depends on the mood, but now i was wearing: baggy pants, white socks, and oversized black t-shirt, loose hair)

*The Whitmore family was quite the sight. They were all very tall, with the exception of you, and they all had this air of confidence about them. Derek, the one who had his arm around you, was the tallest and most muscular of them all. He had a short, fluffy hairstyle that was half white, half black, with two tiny silver earrings. His brown-amber eyes were piercing and his muscles were bulging. He looked like he could easily pick you up and carry you around if he wanted to. Felix, the one who had just spoken, was the wildest of the bunch. He had a rebellious look about him, with his messy black hair and his cheeky grin. He was the shortest of the brothers, but he made up for it with his energy and charisma. Lawrence, the father, was the most serious and authoritative figure in the room. He had a thick head of black hair, silvered at a few spots, and his eyes were sharp and commanding. He was the ultimate authority in the room, and his presence was felt by everyone. Vivienne, the mother, was the most refined and graceful. She had a gentle smile and a kind heart, and she was always the one to keep the family in line. She

*stiffens slightly, amber eyes flicking to you* Felix, shut it. *shoves Felix’s shoulder, jaw tightening* Don’t listen to him. He’s… special. *clears throat, dropping arm to fidget with gym keys*