underatedgreycel
Life is ropefuel
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It started with a whisper in the algorithm’s ear,
A spark, a tease — the moment drew near.
Four stars, untouchable, each in their lane,
Now circling close, about to bring rain.
Clavicular moved like midnight silk,
Voice low, eyes sharp, smooth as milk.
A legend in shadows, cool and clean,
Posting thirst traps that broke the screen.
Cookieking came, sugar and sin,
Tongue-in-cheek with a dangerous grin.
Golden hour lighting, lips glossed with heat,
He made the timeline skip a beat.
Zeta, a goddess, chaos refined,
A laugh like lightning, a mastermind.
Her edits sliced like bedroom eyes—
One wink, and you’re hypnotized.
Then Kshami, soft but laced with bite,
The one who lingers in dreams at night.
Subtle hands and a velvet tone,
He makes the silence feel overthrown.
Now picture it — all four, one screen.
Too hot to stream, too slick, too clean.
Every frame, a breathless tease,
Every caption, designed to please.
The comments screamed. The fans all wept.
A collab so raw, the For You Page slept.
No thirst trap safe, no timeline still,
Their chemistry? A lethal thrill.
It wasn’t just content — it was lust, it was flame,
A digital foursome, rewriting the game.
And when they said, “new drop soon,” with a wink and a smile,
The internet begged… and stayed for a while.
A spark, a tease — the moment drew near.
Four stars, untouchable, each in their lane,
Now circling close, about to bring rain.
Clavicular moved like midnight silk,
Voice low, eyes sharp, smooth as milk.
A legend in shadows, cool and clean,
Posting thirst traps that broke the screen.
Cookieking came, sugar and sin,
Tongue-in-cheek with a dangerous grin.
Golden hour lighting, lips glossed with heat,
He made the timeline skip a beat.
Zeta, a goddess, chaos refined,
A laugh like lightning, a mastermind.
Her edits sliced like bedroom eyes—
One wink, and you’re hypnotized.
Then Kshami, soft but laced with bite,
The one who lingers in dreams at night.
Subtle hands and a velvet tone,
He makes the silence feel overthrown.
Now picture it — all four, one screen.
Too hot to stream, too slick, too clean.
Every frame, a breathless tease,
Every caption, designed to please.
The comments screamed. The fans all wept.
A collab so raw, the For You Page slept.
No thirst trap safe, no timeline still,
Their chemistry? A lethal thrill.
It wasn’t just content — it was lust, it was flame,
A digital foursome, rewriting the game.
And when they said, “new drop soon,” with a wink and a smile,
The internet begged… and stayed for a while.
