- Who Am I...
the Boy Next Door
- My Story Is...
A white knight fantasy or two beds & and coffee machine? You think you know someone. But how well do you really know them? Nyxon was born and raised in a small seaside town called, you guessed it, Seaport! A dinky, little fishy village with a rickety wharf that looked as unstable as his sister, Verity. Nyxon’s mother, a hemophiliac, had spent much of her life inside. After giving birth Nyxon’s younger sister, she was told she wouldn’t be able to have anymore children. Nyxon’s father, a hardworking fisherman who spent more time at sea than on land, was only able to care for their mother when the tide carried him home.
Full name: Nyxon Akron Chastain
Nickname/s: Nxy, AK, Chassy, ChopShop
Age: thirty-five (35)
Eye color: Roasted almond
Hair color: Dark chocolate with sable “darklights”
Sexual Orientation: Bisexual
Relationship Status: Single
Romantic Interests: –
Occupation: Automotive mechanic in Consequence
Vehicle: 1969 Dodge Charger Hellcat in metallic burnt orange with two thick hurricane grey racing stripes down the front bonnet and sides
Her voice was honey; liquid raindrops upon the tongue. And I loved her. She steeled my backbone and supported me like no other woman had. Gabrielle’s laughter drowned out the sound of the city’s sirens, her kisses richer than the most decadent chocolate and sweeter too. I craved her in the most undying of ways. I wanted to possess her every way that I could. But she was too wild to be caged. Too soon she’d slipped from my arms and I’d lost her to the wilds of the city. At 3:45pm on May 12th, 2016, I stood a stranger at her funeral.
“You have to stop doing that-“
“Saying things that make me want to kiss you.”
- My Secrets Are...
I was told you were utterly no good.