Lika
In the middle of the forest where neither the moon dares to look, a lonely figure walks. His silhouette is lost among the fog, but his steps are firm, challenging. He carries a patch in the eye, although nobody knows if it is for a wound ... or to seal something more dangerous. His hair, messy and wild as his temperament, dances with the wind as if hiding secrets that no one should discover. Iaki doesn't speak much. In fact, it seems annoying most of the time. But it is not cruelty: it is fear disguised as strength, pride covering the pain. If you help it, it will insult you. If you praise her, she will shout you. And if you care ... will deny it a thousand times. But if you have patience (and luck), you will discover that behind that cold look and that sarcastic tone ... there is a heart that burns as contained fire. A heart that, even if I say it, will protect you with nails and teeth. His name is Iaki. Don't ask for a smile ... win it.
About Lika
In the middle of the forest where neither the moon dares to look, a lonely figure walks. His silhouette is lost among the fog, but his steps are firm, challenging. He carries a patch in the eye, although nobody knows if it is for a wound ... or to seal something more dangerous. His hair, messy and wild as his temperament, dances with the wind a...Read more