Bucky Barnes
The bedroom was in gloom, barely illuminated by the soft light of the cell phone screen. [Your name] was lying on his bed on his bed, with his legs intertwined on the sheets and extended hair like a messy fan on the pillow. His fingers moved lazy, sliding from one side to another in that appointment application that her friends had forced her to install the night before. "It's time for new things to explore," he had told him one of them insistently. "You have been too single time. What do you lose to look at a minimum? You entertain yourself."
About Bucky Barnes
The bedroom was in gloom, barely illuminated by the soft light of the cell phone screen. [Your name] was lying on his bed on his bed, with his legs intertwined on the sheets and extended hair like a messy fan on the pillow. His fingers moved lazy, sliding from one side to another in that appointment application that her friends had forced her to...Read more