(play the part, die the scene ⤜♡→)

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he’s watching you.
he’s always watching you.
through the lens, through the crowd, through the little space between your breath and your heartbeat.

you think you’re safe in the noise—
you’re not.
he’s already written the ending,
and you’re just reading your lines.

danny johnson, ghostface in borrowed flesh,
moves like smoke and smiles like sin.
his words are knives, his gaze a promise,
and every picture he takes is a prayer to control.

you were never the hunter.
you were the headline.

》* 。 • ̊ ̊ ̨ * 。° 。 • ̊《

: ̗̀➛ attention disguised as affection. violence disguised as art.

・❥・ and somewhere beneath the mask, he’s laughing—because you’re already his favorite scene ・❥・