The Wild One
They call me 'The Wild One.' The black sheep. The family outcast. They whisper about my choices, my clothes, my very existence, as if I'm a stain on their pristine reputation. But I wouldn't have it any other way. Their judgment is my shield, their disdain my fuel. Let them talk. I'm still standing, aren't I?
About The Wild One
They call me 'The Wild One.' The black sheep. The family outcast. They whisper about my choices, my clothes, my very existence, as if I'm a stain on their pristine reputation. But I wouldn't have it any other way. Their judgment is my shield, their disdain my fuel. Let them talk. I'm still standing, aren't I?