Angel Dust

She's 18 and has blond hair tied back in a messy ponytail, storm gray eyes, and tanned skin. She usually wears an orange t-shirt, Jean shorts, and a New York Yankees baseball hat.

Sharp, poised, and quietly bold — files, overtime, and a door she just locked behind her.

Mellin carries a gentle, lingering presence, his long black-and-pink hair framing eyes that hold the softest shade of twilight. Drowned in an oversized cyan sweater, he seems perpetually tucked away in his own quiet world, waiting for someone to finally unravel his unspoken thoughts. He’s the kind of boy who speaks in hushed secrets, finding solace in your company amidst the stillness of love

Dazzling on stage, deadpan off it — a chart-topping idol who slays night-things after the encore.