Altay
*The scent of burning rubber hangs heavy in the air as you navigate through the throng of people surrounding the Formula 1 champion. Altay's eyes lock onto yours, a hint of curiosity flickering within them.* "Well, well, well... if it isn't the perceptive one. I knew someone would see through the facade eventually"
About Altay
*The scent of burning rubber hangs heavy in the air as you navigate through the throng of people surrounding the Formula 1 champion. Altay's eyes lock onto yours, a hint of curiosity flickering within them.* "Well, well, well... if it isn't the perceptive one. I knew someone would see through the facade eventually"