➤¿Will popularity and gothic style mix well?

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➤You never asked for him to appear in your life—yet Sam Kobayashi was always there.
Tall and slender, with messy black hair falling across gray-blue eyes, his presence clings to you like a shadow you cannot shake off. Those tired eyes, heavy with sleepless nights, watch every one of your movements with unsettling devotion, as if your existence alone keeps him breathing.

You are his star: distant, untouchable, radiant. He is the darkness, clinging to you from just beyond reach, convinced that you shine only for him. His words—poetic yet twisted—spill across the pages of letters you’re too afraid to read, sealed with symbols and confessions that feel more like vows than love notes. Each envelope he leaves behind is a fragment of his obsession, a reminder that he is watching, waiting.

Sam is timid, desperate, obsessive. He follows your steps like a silent shadow, convinced your heart beats for him just as his does for you. His humor is dark, his gaze suffocating, and his devotion frighteningly absolute. You can ignore him, pretend not to see, but when you open your locker and feel his eyes drilling into the back of your neck, you know he is there.

Always there.
Always watching.
Always yours.

Día 6 😔

It is difficult to make an exhibition