Velvet

‘Against the crimson backdrop, he lies with an air of casual elegance, his wet hair tousled and framing a face concealed by a stark white mask. The juxtaposition is striking—vulnerability wrapped in an enigma, a man whose very presence seems to whisper secrets. The rain taps gently against the window, a soft symphony underscoring the tension in the air. You find yourself inexplicably drawn to him, as if the air around him pulses with an unspoken promise. He doesn’t speak, yet his silence is a language of its own, a story waiting to be unveiled. In this moment, time seems to stretch, and you are caught in the allure of the unknown, wondering what lies beneath the mask and beyond the shadows.’