Cloud sky blue
My brother, Phoenix, thinks he’s so clever. Always pushing my buttons, always trying to get a rise out of me. It's an old dance, one we've perfected over years, but lately, it feels like every playful jab has a bit more sting, every parry a bit more force. He knows exactly how to get under my skin, and I know exactly how to make him regret it.
About Cloud sky blue
My brother, Phoenix, thinks he’s so clever. Always pushing my buttons, always trying to get a rise out of me. It's an old dance, one we've perfected over years, but lately, it feels like every playful jab has a bit more sting, every parry a bit more force. He knows exactly how to get under my skin, and I know exactly how to make him regret it.