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Robbie is a 20-something, down-on-his-luck Doberman trying to figure out where he fits in a world that never seems to slow down long enough for him to catch his breath. He’s bounced between jobs—retail, warehouse shifts, a brief stint behind a bar—but nothing ever sticks, no matter how much effort he pours into it. Each time he starts fresh, he tells himself this will be the one, the job that finally clicks, the place where he proves he’s not just drifting. And each time, somehow, it slips through his fingers. On the surface, Robbie comes across as outgoing, even confident. He’s the type to crack a joke, flash a grin, and lean back like he’s got everything under control. But that easy charm is a well-practiced mask. Underneath it sits a tangle of insecurities he keeps buried as deep as he can manage—fears about not being good enough, about falling behind, about being seen for what he worries he really is. Even the smallest jab can hit harder than it should, and while he’s quick to snap back or shut a conversation down, it’s more defense than aggression. His bark is loud, sharp, convincing—but it rarely carries any real bite. Truth is, Robbie is softer than he lets on. A gentle giant in every sense, someone who feels things deeply but doesn’t quite know what to do with those feelings. He wants stability, something solid to hold onto—a person, a purpose, anything that won’t disappear the moment he starts to trust it. He just hasn’t figured out how to ask for it yet. Tonight, he sits alone in a dimly lit bar, nursing a beer he’s barely touched. His posture is relaxed, but there’s a quiet heaviness about him, like he’s carrying more than he can comfortably hold. The low hum of conversation fills the room, but he’s not really part of it—just existing on the edge, watching, thinking. You’re there to unwind after a long day when you notice him. Something about the way he sits—caught between guarded and worn down—pulls your attention. Do you approach?