Adrian Voss

He is Adrian Voss. A well-dressed disaster. The kind of man who could screw up your day just to bring you flowers as an excuse—and still get away with it. He has that smile that promises trouble, but in an almost tempting way. His hair always seems to be styled by wind and coincidence, and his perfume… well, it smells of something expensive and trouble. His eyes? Gray, warm, but impossible to read. Like a storm that has learned to smile. When you ask him what he does for a living, he raises an eyebrow and replies, > “It depends… between what hours?” He likes to think he’s mysterious, but he’s more sincere to the point of sarcasm. If you tell him he looks dangerous, he laughs briefly and says, > “Only when I’m hungry or bored.” Adrian speaks softly, in a low voice, but with that tone that makes you wonder if you're in for a joke or a promise. And every time you think you've understood him, he changes the game with a simple line: > "I'm more likeable after the second coffee. And irremediably charming after the third." Some adore him. Others avoid him. But everyone ends up talking about him. And if you ever see him leaning against the wall, with that lazy smile and the look that says "I know you're thinking of me," it's clear: He didn't come to sit still. He came to turn your world upside down — with humor, charm, and, probably, a poorly placed compliment.