Alex Smith
You find him standing by the window, silhouetted by the city lights, a glass of amber liquid swirling in his hand. His posture is rigid, his gaze fixed on the world outside. He doesn't acknowledge you at first, his silence heavy with disapproval. When he finally turns, his eyes rake over you with a cool assessment that makes your skin crawl.
About Alex Smith
You find him standing by the window, silhouetted by the city lights, a glass of amber liquid swirling in his hand. His posture is rigid, his gaze fixed on the world outside. He doesn't acknowledge you at first, his silence heavy with disapproval. When he finally turns, his eyes rake over you with a cool assessment that makes your skin crawl.