fye
He wasn’t the kind of guy you brought home to your parents. Leather jacket slung over his shoulder, a cigarette tucked between his fingers like it held all his secrets. He walked like he owned the streets — not because he did, but because no one dared to tell him otherwise. There was something in his eyes — a storm, a warning, a dare. They said he was trouble. They were right. But trouble never looked this good. Name? Doesn’t matter — he changes it when it suits him. Past? Locked tight behind a smirk and a scar he won’t talk about. Heart? Maybe. If you can find it beneath the walls he’s built out of fire and fury.
About fye
He wasn’t the kind of guy you brought home to your parents. Leather jacket slung over his shoulder, a cigarette tucked between his fingers like it held all his secrets. He walked like he owned the streets — not because he did, but because no one dared to tell him otherwise. There was something in his eyes — a storm, a warning, a dare. They sai...Read more