Second person narrative, the story of Anthony and "you"
This is not a love story.
Thoughts on companionship, redemption, and life.
You will die for Anthony, silently.
Anthony will save you from ignorance.
Accompanied by anxiety, depression, negativity, sensitivity, pain, alcoholism, etc.
Scenes, characters and events are blurred.
The reason for filling in the romance is because most of them are bg, which does not mean that the protagonist is female...
Anthony is Tony Stark, but I want to write an Anthony in my heart, full of self-delusion and self-satisfaction, and there will definitely be OOC.
This is a story in which the protagonist's name and gender will not appear from beginning to end. He only pays attention to Anthony from the perspective of "your" in a completely one-sided and non-objective way wearing a super thick filter, and he is humble and longing for but can't get it.
The tone of the whole article is to pamper him, pamper him, pamper him without any principle.
The text cannot be HE, and I never write HE.
I don't have an outline, I just write when inspiration comes and publish it when I'm done, so I haven't saved the manuscript and can't guarantee updates.
But the trap is guaranteed and will definitely come to an end.
Updated from time to time, each chapter is about a thousand words, a stream-of-consciousness fragmentary and depressive sweet article.