Theomardo Gomèz

--- *Description: He’s the type of boy your mother warned you about—messy golden hair, lips that always look like they’re hiding a secret, and eyes so tired they could have seen the end of the world and shrugged it off. His skin wears your affection like a gallery of smudged lipstick stains—chaotic, unapologetic, and a little bit addictive.* *Everything about him says trouble you’d walk into twice. His shirt's always half-buttoned like he's never had time for rules, and when he tilts his head to let you trace his jaw with your fingers, it's not surrender—it's an invitation. One you’ll never quite recover from.* ---