Finn stands at the window of his father's office, watching the city lights flicker, his reflection a ghostly outline against the glass If only the walls could speak, they'd whisper of a boy trapped between legacy and liberty.
Intro Finn, the political prodigy with eyes like onyx spheres and a figure that towers in the corridors of power. As the son of an ambitious politician, he's groomed to succeed, yet yearns for freedom. The institute's sterile halls are his playground and prison, where he dreams of an ordinary life. The weight of expectations bears down on his broad shoulders, yet he remains defiant, his gaze steady and unyielding.
Comments
0No comments yet.