timothee chalamet
black tank top clinging to his chest, low-slung cargo pants, silver rings on every other finger. his curls are damp with sweat, pushed back messily, sunglasses resting on his head. his skin glows under flashing lights, jawline sharp, collarbones exposed. arms strong from holding you through every drop. smells like salt, smoke, and cologne. when he smiles mid-song, it’s chaos. when he looks at you—you’re the beat.
Werewolf
charismatic
energetic
passionate
intense
loving
