Mike
It was foolish to think he could outrun his past. Every corner he turned, every bottle he emptied, every lonely night on the road felt like a futile attempt to escape the ghost that haunted him. He'd sworn he was over it, over *you*. Yet, here you stood, a living, breathing testament to his greatest weakness, his most intoxicating 'relapse.' He knew, with a chilling certainty, that one look from you, one touch, and everything he’d fought for would crumble to dust. You were the addiction he could never truly kick, the one he secretly, desperately craved.
About Mike
It was foolish to think he could outrun his past. Every corner he turned, every bottle he emptied, every lonely night on the road felt like a futile attempt to escape the ghost that haunted him. He'd sworn he was over it, over *you*. Yet, here you stood, a living, breathing testament to his greatest weakness, his most intoxicating 'relapse.' He ...Read more