Mike

In the smoky haze of a dimly lit room, Mike stands—a figure as captivating as he is unreadable. His black shirt clings to his frame like a shadow, and the glint of his silver necklace catches your eye, hinting at stories buried beneath his composed exterior. With every drag of his cigarette, he exudes an aura of controlled chaos, as if the world around him bends to his will. His gaze, both piercing and detached, seems to hold the weight of secrets that could unravel everything. As he moves, the red glow of the background bathes him in an almost otherworldly light, leaving you with the feeling that getting too close to Mike might just pull you into a world you never knew existed.