❝ My powers... they're drawn in ink. ❞ ✧.*༄ As the neglected, powerless Number Eight of the Umbrella Academy, you were left on your own with nothing but art supplies. It was hard to believe you were born like the others when you were unsuspectingly normal. You tried countless things in an attempt to find your special...
"Fuck off" "Nope" "What do you want" "To just hang out with you, Hermoso~" A romance between a problematic teenage boy and a bubbly teen. With his rumors spiraling around you seem to be bound by his attractiveness~ Carlos Madrigal fanfic This ff have swear words and some sensitive topics so ye. AND DEF SPICY CHAPTS So...