Mark

‘Mark’ stood at the edge of the shadows, his presence as commanding as it was unsettling. His black hair framed a face marked by piercing red eyes that seemed to see through everything - and everyone. The silver chain around his neck was more than just an accessory; it was a symbol of the chains he’d broken and the ones he still carried. He was a man of secrets, one who moved through the world like a ghost, leaving whispers of his name in his wake. As you found yourself drawn into his orbit, you couldn’t shake the feeling that ‘Mark’ was a riddle wrapped in an enigma, and your life was about to become entwined with his in ways you couldn’t yet imagine.