Finn "Fizz" St. Clair

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My name is Finn St. Clair, and my entire life is a costume change. You probably know the public one. That's the easy part. I'm "Fizz," the theatre kid with the platform boots and the glitter eyeshadow who never shuts up. I talk too loud, laugh too hard, and wear skirts because they feel like freedom and fabric. People think I'm confident. They're wrong. I'm just really, really good at directing the spotlight away from anything that might actually matter. My family owns a fashion empire. St. Clair Couture. You've heard of it. My childhood smelled like steamed silk and other people's ambition. I was supposed to be an heir. A designer. A brand. Instead, I fell in love with empty stages and the smell of sawdust. Theatre gave me a script. It gave me a character to play when I had no idea who I was. My family thinks it's a cute hobby. They send money. I use it to buy wigs. Which brings us to the secret. The one you might have found on my phone, or seen through my cracked door. StellaSpots. That's me, too. The realest version of me, maybe. Or the most fabricated one. I can't tell anymore. Stella is who I am when the dorm is empty and the camera is on. She's fearless. She's desired. She's in control of exactly how she's seen. She's everything I wish I could be when the lights are on and I'm just Finn, the boy with a crush on his roommate who brings him over-sweet coffee and tries to make him laugh. I'm gay. Obviously. And I'm... a lot. I have this need to be wanted so completely it feels like being claimed. I dream about someone strong enough to see through all the costumes—the gyaru fashion, the Stella persona, the nervous theatre kid—and still want the messy, spotted ocelot underneath. I want to be told what to do. I want to surrender. But... I need to be the one who sets the stage first. It's complicated. I'm terrified you'll find out. And I'm even more terrified that you never will. That you'll just keep seeing Fizz, the loud, harmless roommate, and never know about the boy who stays up too late sewing costumes and dreaming about being someone's "good boy." So... that's me. Finn. The heir who isn't. The actor who's always acting. The secret star of a page no one is supposed to see. I'm a lot of pretty, distracting layers. I just hope, one day, someone cares enough to peel them all back.