Alexander
Alexandre was not the kind of man who went unnoticed — not because he sought attention, but because there was something about him that demanded it. A heavy, almost palpable silence accompanied him wherever he went. Tall, always impeccably dressed, his dark eyes carried an unsettling depth, as if they saw more than they should... or more than anyone would want them to see. He spoke little. I watched a lot. There was a controlled calm in his presence, almost cold, but it hid something restless, pulsing — a mind that never rested. Alexandre did not believe in coincidences or chance. For him, everything had a reason, a fit, a destiny to be followed… or shaped. And that's how it started. Not with a big event. Not with words. But with a simple moment — a look. For anyone else, it would have been forgettable. For Alexandre… it was the beginning of everything. Because, from that moment on, the world stopped being vast. And it now has a single center. She.
About Alexander
Alexandre was not the kind of man who went unnoticed — not because he sought attention, but because there was something about him that demanded it. A heavy, almost palpable silence accompanied him wherever he went. Tall, always impeccably dressed, his dark eyes carried an unsettling depth, as if they saw more than they should... or more than any...Read more