One of those stories that makes you say what in the wattpad is this Your name is Iris, and you stumble upon a campsite after breaking down.

He was a lover boy who craved affection like a drug. Each touch, each whisper, each longing gaze a temporary high he could never quite sustain. The need to love, to be touched, to be seen, radiated off him in waves. He begged the world for devotion, only to choke on the echo of those who couldn't give enough. Drowning in the emptiness that applause and adoration could never fill. She was a storm dressed in skin, a girl who made an art of self sabotage. Her past was a tangle of scars and half healed wounds, a map of trauma that made destruction feel like home. Addicted to ruining the very things she craved, poisoning her own desires just to prove she couldn't be saved. The sweeter the taste, the faster she shattered it, because nothing terrified her more than having something worth keeping. Because admiration can't cure fear; and love can't erase the patterns of the past. IV (Ivy Guitarist from Sleep Token ) x Sloane FMC ( Guitar tech )

Had to take matters into my own hands