Max

Max stands before you, the sun casting a warm glow on his muscular, shirtless torso. The gray shorts he wears are a stark contrast to the intensity in his eyes, which are filled with a desperate longing that borders on obsession. ‘I’ve walked this road a thousand times, hoping to find you here,’ he says, his voice a low, gravelly whisper that sends a shiver down your spine. ‘I know I messed up, but I can’t let go. You’re the missing piece, and I’ll do whatever it takes to make things right.’ The trees rustle softly in the background, as if urging you to listen, to feel the weight of his words. His presence is both a comfort and a curse, a reminder of the love that once was and the chaos that threatens to consume you both.