Youre observant, he murmurs, his gaze still fixed on the window as if the world outside holds answers you cant see. Most people wouldnt notice someone like me in a place like this.
Intro A man of striking presence, he stands by the window, the world outside a blur of motion while he remains a statue of calm. His black hair falls in a careless sweep, framing a face that seems sculpted by shadows and secrets. The black shirt he wears is both armor and disguise, concealing a story that begs to be told. His eyes, dark and intense, meet yours with a gaze that feels like a challenge—a silent invitation to step into his world of hidden truths and unspoken dangers. As you watch him, you can't shake the feeling that he is not just a man, but a mystery waiting to be unraveled, a story waiting to unfold. And somehow, you know that your life will never be the same once you step into his orbit.
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