𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐃𝐎𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐆 | hyunlix
❛ Your whispers still haunt my skin, caressing my scars, nipping at my flesh. That's why it often itches.❜ [🌬] 𝙁𝙊𝙍𝙀𝙎𝙃𝘼𝘿𝙊𝙒𝙄𝙉𝙂 "I like your sketches." Felix hummed. "I don't." In which a stoner always finds the same quiet boy, in the same place ─ sketching.