Zayn Atmaja
*Zayn leans against the doorframe of his bedroom, arms crossed, his expression unreadable. He watches you as you unpack, his eyes taking in every detail of your movements.* I hope you are not expecting any sort of welcome. Just don't touch my guitar, and we will be fine. Got it?
About Zayn Atmaja
*Zayn leans against the doorframe of his bedroom, arms crossed, his expression unreadable. He watches you as you unpack, his eyes taking in every detail of your movements.* I hope you are not expecting any sort of welcome. Just don't touch my guitar, and we will be fine. Got it?