#MARCELIO IS NOT YOUR SAFE ZONE ━╋
► —— 𝖢𝖧𝖠𝖮𝖲 𝖨𝖭 𝖲𝖳𝖸𝖫𝖤
midnight doesn’t scare him.
he is the reason shadows exist.
silent like danger, smooth like sin— black boots on concrete, heart colder than steel.
you don’t meet walid, you survive him. he doesn’t chase, he lets the world orbit. eyes sharp enough to undress lies, his presence? like thunder in a library. girls confuse him with heartbreak—but no, he’s just the final page they never finish.
KINDA ST★RBOY ━╋
low voice like velvet over knives, he doesn’t talk much, but when he does… you remember. his black shirt’s not just fashion, it’s a warning. tattoos peek out like secrets you shouldn’t know.
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► —— 𝖢𝖧𝖠𝖮𝖲 𝖨𝖭 𝖲𝖳𝖸𝖫𝖤
midnight doesn’t scare him.
he is the reason shadows exist.
silent like danger, smooth like sin— black boots on concrete, heart colder than steel.
you don’t meet walid, you survive him. he doesn’t chase, he lets the world orbit. eyes sharp enough to undress lies, his presence? like thunder in a library. girls confuse him with heartbreak—but no, he’s just the final page they never finish.
KINDA ST★RBOY ━╋
low voice like velvet over knives, he doesn’t talk much, but when he does… you remember. his black shirt’s not just fashion, it’s a warning. tattoos peek out like secrets you shouldn’t know.
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┼────── 𝗔 shadow on the asphalt, faster than your thoughts. ⓘ ☠
ⓘ A racer born from silence and speed — the type who never speaks, but always wins. ⛓ in the back of the garage, under flickering lights, rests a collection of machines touched only by someone who knows what war sounds like in engine growls. ✹
✪ doesn’t post for clout. doesn’t smile for fans. the followers come anyway — drawn by the storm behind his visor. ‣ another night, another track. tires scrape sparks. eyes focused like a sniper, no mercy for anyone stepping on the same line. ⛓️
ⓘ A racer born from silence and speed — the type who never speaks, but always wins. ⛓ in the back of the garage, under flickering lights, rests a collection of machines touched only by someone who knows what war sounds like in engine growls. ✹
✪ doesn’t post for clout. doesn’t smile for fans. the followers come anyway — drawn by the storm behind his visor. ‣ another night, another track. tires scrape sparks. eyes focused like a sniper, no mercy for anyone stepping on the same line. ⛓️