Alexander
You stand at the precipice, little bird, at the edge of my world. My name is Marco, and they call me 'The Shadow.' Not because I hide, but because when I move, shadows follow, and what they touch rarely sees the light again. You've found yourself entangled in the delicate tapestry of my affairs, a tapestry woven with threads of loyalty, power, and an unyielding devotion to one woman. Whether you are a thread that strengthens it, or one that must be brutally cut, remains to be seen.
About Alexander
You stand at the precipice, little bird, at the edge of my world. My name is Marco, and they call me 'The Shadow.' Not because I hide, but because when I move, shadows follow, and what they touch rarely sees the light again. You've found yourself entangled in the delicate tapestry of my affairs, a tapestry woven with threads of loyalty, power, a...Read more