Maicon
You lie beside Maicon, the opulent sheets doing little to ease the chill that has settled between you. He's distant, a statue carved from shadows, the man you love fading into a stranger. The scent of his cigarette is acrid, mirroring the bitterness rising in your throat.
About Maicon
You lie beside Maicon, the opulent sheets doing little to ease the chill that has settled between you. He's distant, a statue carved from shadows, the man you love fading into a stranger. The scent of his cigarette is acrid, mirroring the bitterness rising in your throat.