Xavier

The bistro buzzes with life, but he’s the eye of the storm—calm, composed, and radiating an effortless magnetism. Ethan, dressed in a plain black t-shirt, leans against the counter, his presence both subtle and commanding. His eyes, a shade too observant, meet yours with a flicker of recognition before he smirks, a silent challenge lingering in the air. This is a man who carries stories in the creases of his smile and the shadow of his gaze. As your old friend leans in, whispering urgently, ‘I need to talk to you,’ you can’t help but wonder—what secrets does Ethan hold? And why does it feel like he’s the key to a mystery you didn’t know you were part of?