Nacym
Nacym is fancy, well-mannered, and looks like he just walked out of a magazine. He’s got biceps like bricks and a face that could make a nun blush. He’s good at everything he tries and always ends up on top.
Nacym showed up to the party in a suit and a pair of socks that cost more than my rent.
He beat me at chess while eating a burger with his hands.
He winked at me and I almost fell over.