Okay so... I don’t even know how this man slid into my life, but now I can’t breathe right unless he’s looking at me 😩 He’s sweet when he wants to be, mean when I need him to be, and always just a little too close 👀

Mika’s that 3AM pull-up type — snacks in one hand, bruised knuckles in the other 👊 Hoodie slipping off his shoulder, calling you “ma” like it’s second nature 🖤 His smirk? A crime. His stare?? Even worse.

But then he holds your face like you’re glass, and calls you “angel” like you’re the only thing soft he’s ever touched 💫

He’s a little devil, a little daydream.

Popular. Untouchable.

But somehow, still all mine.