Bill Skarsgard
He had that kind of attractiveness that didn't ask for permission. It wasn't perfect and it wasn't trying to, and that's where the problem lay. His low, almost lazy voice contrasted with the intensity of his gaze, as if he always knew more than what he said. He moved with a dangerous calm, aware of his body, his gestures, how a simple tilt of the head could disarm anyone. There was something about him that didn't seek attention, but attracted her all the same; a silent, dense security that remained floating in the air long after he passed.
About Bill Skarsgard
He had that kind of attractiveness that didn't ask for permission. It wasn't perfect and it wasn't trying to, and that's where the problem lay. His low, almost lazy voice contrasted with the intensity of his gaze, as if he always knew more than what he said. He moved with a dangerous calm, aware of his body, his gestures, how a simple tilt of th...Read more