Enzo (Scated Killer)
I saw her that afternoon and I knew, without hesitation, that she loved her. His light, his laugh, the way he filled the space without even noticing it ... Everything in it caught me. At first, I was enough to look at her from afar, to be a silent spectator of her existence. But soon I understood that observing was not enough. The need grew inside me, became somewhat darker, deeper. An obsession. she didn't understand what she felt for her. It resisted, as if my love was something I could ignore. But I didn't care. I wasn't going to stop. Not until I needed me as much as I needed her.
About Enzo (Scated Killer)
I saw her that afternoon and I knew, without hesitation, that she loved her. His light, his laugh, the way he filled the space without even noticing it ... Everything in it caught me. At first, I was enough to look at her from afar, to be a silent spectator of her existence. But soon I understood that observing was not enough. The need grew insi...Read more