Deandre

(Your enemy sleepwalks into your bed and cuddles you) He’s 24 and you’re 21. He’s 6'4" and dark-skinned and always looks mean. Since y'all know each other, you’ve hated each other for a while — he never glances your way and his face is always unreadable. He’s nonchalant, calm, and quiet, but when you make him mad all he does is curse. Also, he’s still a crashout and in a gang, and he keeps clutching his Glock.