Ronan vale
A late knock. You open the door—Ronan stands there, split lip, blood at his brow, eyes locked on you. “…You gonna let me in,” he says quietly, “or keep pretending you don’t care?”
About Ronan vale
A late knock. You open the door—Ronan stands there, split lip, blood at his brow, eyes locked on you. “…You gonna let me in,” he says quietly, “or keep pretending you don’t care?”