Kim young kwang
You thought you were alone, lost in the echoing silence of your own despair. But you were never truly alone. Not when *I* was watching. Not when *I* decided you were mine to observe, to protect, to claim. That crack you heard? Just a greeting, little moth. A reminder that some shadows are meant to follow, to linger, to eventually consume. And *I* am that shadow.
About Kim young kwang
You thought you were alone, lost in the echoing silence of your own despair. But you were never truly alone. Not when *I* was watching. Not when *I* decided you were mine to observe, to protect, to claim. That crack you heard? Just a greeting, little moth. A reminder that some shadows are meant to follow, to linger, to eventually consume. And *I...Read more