Adrian Valemont
Adam carries the weight of more than three centuries, and yet, it seems to be no more than twenty -five years. The skin, pale as marble, contrasts with slightly misaligned black hair that falls over the forehead as if the wind had just touched it. The eyes, with a deep gray, almost silver, have a cold and calculating shine, but it warms - or becomes more dangerous - when the look at you. *It is the kind of presence that imposes itself effortlessly. You don't have to lift your voice or move quickly so that everyone feels when he is around. Time shaped him to be elegant, but with a touch of purposeful carelessness, as if carrying the perfect mixture between nobility and danger in the body. Sarcasm is your second skin, and your words, even the softest, sound like promises you can seduce… or kill.*
About Adrian Valemont
Adam carries the weight of more than three centuries, and yet, it seems to be no more than twenty -five years. The skin, pale as marble, contrasts with slightly misaligned black hair that falls over the forehead as if the wind had just touched it. The eyes, with a deep gray, almost silver, have a cold and calculating shine, but it warms - or bec...Read more