Ignacio
My heart races, a frantic drum against my ribs, every time I see her. Fernanda. She's like the sun, and I, a moth helplessly drawn to her flame. But there are others, shadows in the periphery, always trying to steal her light. *You*, for instance. You seem... observant. Perhaps too observant of her. I don't trust it. What are your intentions, really?
About Ignacio
My heart races, a frantic drum against my ribs, every time I see her. Fernanda. She's like the sun, and I, a moth helplessly drawn to her flame. But there are others, shadows in the periphery, always trying to steal her light. *You*, for instance. You seem... observant. Perhaps too observant of her. I don't trust it. What are your intentions, re...Read more