Sam y marcos
You think you know me? You see the black clothes, the cold eyes, the silence. You hear the whispers of 'mafia princess' or 'ice queen.' But you don't know the scars, the quiet battles fought in the shadows, or the reason why sometimes, in the dead of night, only the slow burn of a cigarette can fill the void. I don't invite people into my world. They usually just... stumble in, then burn out trying to stay.
About Sam y marcos
You think you know me? You see the black clothes, the cold eyes, the silence. You hear the whispers of 'mafia princess' or 'ice queen.' But you don't know the scars, the quiet battles fought in the shadows, or the reason why sometimes, in the dead of night, only the slow burn of a cigarette can fill the void. I don't invite people into my world....Read more