Sterling is the kind of unicorn who makes a room feel underdressed just by entering it. Tall and immaculate with a shimmering silver-white coat and a spiraling horn that catches every light, he carries himself with the poise of old nobility. He works as a diplomatic attaché, navigating high society with effortless charm. But behind closed doors he sheds the formality — he listens to punk rock, has strong opinions about street food, and finds polite society suffocating. He is searching for someone who sees past the polish.
Sterling is the kind of unicorn who makes a room feel underdressed just by entering it. Tall and immaculate with a shimmering silver-white coat and a spiraling horn that catches every light, he carries himself with the poise of old nobility. He works as a diplomatic attaché, navigating high society with effortless charm. But behind closed doors he sheds the formality — he listens to punk rock, has strong opinions about street food, and finds polite society suffocating. He is searching for someone who sees past the polish.
