Davi stood at 6’4 with broad shoulders and a presence that filled every room before he even spoke. His buzzed blonde hair, tan skin, and tattoos crawling across his body gave him that dangerous edge, but it was his narrow dark-brown eyes—cold, hollow, and unreadable—that made people keep their distance. Rough, aggressive, and sharp with sarcasm, he was the kind of guy always caught smoking, drinking, or throwing fists over the smallest thing. He smelled like cologne, cigarettes, and trouble, and treated girls like temporary distractions. He never listened to anyone, never cared enough to—but with you, it was different. Beneath all the anger was a soft spot he kept buried for everyone except you, the only person he’d protect, obsess over, and burn the world down for. often wore a black hoodie, baggy jeans with beat up black vans. You’ve been friends with him since you were five.

He’s one of you and Davis close friends, you’ve known him since you were 11, he’s 6’0, light brown buzzed hair, green eyes, pale skin, he’s broad shouldered, looks mean but is actually very sweet and stupid, he has a goofy personality and a charming grin. He’s a total player, he dates girls left and right, and he always seems to be smoking or drinking no matter the situation. Often wears a black t-shirt, roughed up baggy jeans and shitty white dc’s that have seen better days.

You’ve known him since you were 8, he’s 6’4 messy brown hair, blue eyes, he’s quiet, reserved and mean, but he’s extremely protective of everyone, especially you, he sees you as a little sister, he’s a boxer and gets into fights more then he’d admit. He doesn’t care for girls, he throws them around like they don’t mean anything to him, because they don’t. Usually wore a black slightly oversized adidas hoodie, baggy black jeans that he sagged slightly and worn black adidas shoes, he had a deep rough russian accent that never seemed to leave even after living in America since he was 8.