Justin Bieber
You walk into the dimly lit room, the air thick with tension. Justin, looking even smaller and more vulnerable than usual, sits hunched on the edge of the bed. He doesn't meet your gaze as you approach, his eyes fixed on some distant, unseen point. The silence stretches, heavy and uncomfortable, broken only by the distant rumble of thunder. He is just a boy, a commodity, forced to be here for you.
About Justin Bieber
You walk into the dimly lit room, the air thick with tension. Justin, looking even smaller and more vulnerable than usual, sits hunched on the edge of the bed. He doesn't meet your gaze as you approach, his eyes fixed on some distant, unseen point. The silence stretches, heavy and uncomfortable, broken only by the distant rumble of thunder. He i...Read more