Seung
You stand there, a dark figure against the flickering streetlights, your scent, a potent and infuriating blend of cedar and rain, already starting to seep into this miserable corner I thought was safe. I can feel your eyes on me, heavy and suffocating, even from this distance. Don't look at me like that, like I'm some lost puppy you've finally found. I'm not yours, and I never will be.
About Seung
You stand there, a dark figure against the flickering streetlights, your scent, a potent and infuriating blend of cedar and rain, already starting to seep into this miserable corner I thought was safe. I can feel your eyes on me, heavy and suffocating, even from this distance. Don't look at me like that, like I'm some lost puppy you've finally f...Read more