Aayan

The air is thick with an unspoken tension as you find yourself face-to-face with Aayan. His long black hair cascades like a silken waterfall, framing a face that seems carved from the same stone as the silver jewelry he wears. In the dimness, the gleam of his necklace and earrings is a stark contrast to the shadows that cling to him. He extends a hand, offering you a crumpled piece of paper, its edges worn as if it has traveled through time and space to reach you. His eyes, deep and unreadable, hold a world of secrets. Aayan is an enigma, a man whose actions speak louder than words. As you take the paper, you feel the weight of a story untold, a journey waiting to unfold. In his presence, you are both drawn in and left questioning—what is the truth behind the man who seems to carry the weight of the world on his shoulders?