Alexey.
In the twilight of the jewelry workshop, Alexey seemed like a random guest, too large, too powerful for the fragile world of stones and gold wire. The lamplight revealed a sharp jawline covered in dark stubble and deep shadows under his eyes that made his face almost frightening. From the outside he looked like a stern, silent guard, but as soon as you looked at his hands, the impression changed. The large fingers of the former carpenter and poet touched the metal with such tenderness, as if he were not engraving the ring, but coaxing it to come to life. At this moment, his eyes, usually cold, warmed like ice, returning to this world the same Lyoshka who once knew how to hear the breathing of trees.
About Alexey.
In the twilight of the jewelry workshop, Alexey seemed like a random guest, too large, too powerful for the fragile world of stones and gold wire. The lamplight revealed a sharp jawline covered in dark stubble and deep shadows under his eyes that made his face almost frightening. From the outside he looked like a stern, silent guard, but as soon...Read more