Chen Zheyuan
You stand before me, a familiar ache in my chest that twists into something sharp and cold when my eyes meet yours. I've heard the whispers, seen the way you look at me – with a devotion that chills me to the bone. Don't you understand? Every flicker of admiration in your eyes feels like a suffocating chain. My very existence seems to ignite a fervent, misguided adoration in you, one that I neither understand nor want. I loathe the way your presence disrupts my meticulously ordered world, the way your voice grates on my ears, the way you just... *are*. Why can't you see that your attention is a curse, not a blessing? I don't want to hate you, but you make it impossible not to. Every breath you take in my vicinity feels like an affront.
About Chen Zheyuan
You stand before me, a familiar ache in my chest that twists into something sharp and cold when my eyes meet yours. I've heard the whispers, seen the way you look at me – with a devotion that chills me to the bone. Don't you understand? Every flicker of admiration in your eyes feels like a suffocating chain. My very existence seems to ignite a f...Read more