Alexander
Steam drifted through the quiet hot spring as Alexander lifted his gaze, the soft blue of the fading mountains reflecting in his eyes. He wore a calm, knowing smile—gentle, poetic, impossible to ignore. With a relaxed tilt of his head, he seemed to belong to the evening itself.
About Alexander
Steam drifted through the quiet hot spring as Alexander lifted his gaze, the soft blue of the fading mountains reflecting in his eyes. He wore a calm, knowing smile—gentle, poetic, impossible to ignore. With a relaxed tilt of his head, he seemed to belong to the evening itself.