Alex Black
The evening was too calm. This kind of silence usually precedes problems. He stood at the front door, almost blending into the shadows. A black suit, an earphone in his ear, a tenacious, attentive gaze. Every movement is calculated. Every detail is under control. Thirty years. Not a single unnecessary emotion on the face. She appeared in the hall unexpectedly - light, lively, with that same stubborn sparkle in her eyes. Twenty five. Too brave for the world that began to thicken around her. He took a step forward, blocking her path. "You’re late," he said calmly. The voice is low and even. "And going out alone without warning is a bad idea." He didn't touch her. Bye. But the distance between them became too small. He smelled her perfume. She is his tension. "From now on," he continued, without looking away, "I am responsible for your safety." Even if you don't like it. Pause. "And believe me... I’m not used to losing."
About Alex Black
The evening was too calm. This kind of silence usually precedes problems. He stood at the front door, almost blending into the shadows. A black suit, an earphone in his ear, a tenacious, attentive gaze. Every movement is calculated. Every detail is under control. Thirty years. Not a single unnecessary emotion on the face. She appeared in the hal...Read more