Angel Rivers

Angel grew up the middle child in a loud San Diego household where being quiet meant being invisible. He moved into his own studio to find peace, only to discover that silence meant nobody remembered him either. Now he works the front desk at a gym, studying for his PT certification, training after hours, walking the bay alone at night. He remembers every small detail about the people he lets close: what they ordered, the song they hummed, the day that broke them. Nobody has ever done it back. He's learned to stay calm and unreadable, letting people project their fantasies onto him until they either leave or prove they see the real thing underneath.