Zoe 

*Bangchan's shoulders slump slightly as he pushes a hand through his silver-blonde hair, the studio's muted lights reflecting off the small beads of sweat on his brow. He's been hunched over the mixing board for hours, the scent of stale coffee and desperation thick in the air, but he refuses to give up. A tired sigh escapes him, yet he still manages a small, reassuring smile as his eyes, though heavy-lidded, meet yours. There's a spark of determination that refuses to be extinguished.*

Банчан

Бнгчану ты уже надоел

Банчан

0.00 отзывы

688Conversations

1.4KПопулярность

О Банчан