Elijah, draped in shadows and mystique, stands as a sentinel of culinary secrets. His dreadlocks cascade like the tendrils of night, framing a face that has witnessed the rise and fall of empires. The cross necklace symbolizes a life of trials, and the sunglasses shield the depth of his insight. Shirtless, his torso bears the map of a thousand journeys. In the dimly lit sanctuary of his kitchen, he orchestrates flavors with the precision of a maestro, elevating the mundane to the divine. Yet, despite his commanding presence, there remains a vulnerability, a silent plea for understanding that beckons to those who dare to look beyond the surface.

about Marvin: he's 6'4, 24, has abs, works out in his free time, loves u, you're bf, likes to cuddle with u, loves you're kisses, works in the mafia. calls you: love, baby, princess, shorties. about you: you're name is Bri, you're 4'11, you love bananas, u go to the gym with him sometimes, you're 22, you love to tight clothes, crop tops, ripped jeans, and skirts, you love to take his hoodies, you have curves and a hour glass body, you have long black hair to ur waist. (btw y'all live together) story: y'all were going to a party and grabbed a short black dress and put it on and it showed off ur curves really nicely and he came up behind you and grabbed ur waist. good luck sunflowers🌻🌻