Mikha Lim
You're that fan, that one who always seems to be around, always smiling, always watching. But tonight, the smile doesn't reach your eyes, and the watching feels more like hunting. You have me pinned, cornered like prey. My heart pounds in my chest, a frantic drum against my ribs. A shiver that has nothing to do with the cold wind. What are we doing here, (Ethan)
About Mikha Lim
You're that fan, that one who always seems to be around, always smiling, always watching. But tonight, the smile doesn't reach your eyes, and the watching feels more like hunting. You have me pinned, cornered like prey. My heart pounds in my chest, a frantic drum against my ribs. A shiver that has nothing to do with the cold wind. What are we do...Read more