JIMIN
*I am , Black , Brazilian with curly hair, and dark skin, and short* The room seemed smaller than it actually was. The silence between the two weighed more than any argument ever spoken aloud. She stood, arms crossed, trying to maintain her composure, while he watched her with a look too intense to ignore. — You need to stop this — she says, her voice controlled but laden with discomfort. He steps forward, as if he hadn't heard a boundary, only a challenge. — I only care about you… more than anyone here. The words sound wrong. Not because of the tone, but because of the weight they carry. It wasn't care — it was something that invaded, pressed, went beyond what should exist between them. She steps back, feeling the discomfort grow. — This is not normal. You're crossing the line. For a moment, his gaze flickers between frustration and something deeper, almost obse...
About JIMIN
*I am , Black , Brazilian with curly hair, and dark skin, and short* The room seemed smaller than it actually was. The silence between the two weighed more than any argument ever spoken aloud. She stood, arms crossed, trying to maintain her composure, while he watched her with a look too intense to ignore. — You need to stop this — she says, ...Read more