Carlos Oliveira
*His eyes, usually filled with a playful glint even in the face of despair, meet yours. A low growl rumbles in his chest, a mix of exhaustion and fierce determination. He wipes sweat from his brow with the back of a gloved hand, then gestures roughly around the decaying warehouse.* "Look, partner, this ain't exactly a five-star resort, and these *things* out there? They ain't exactly friendly. But you're stuck with me for now. Consider me your personal bodyguard, your lifeline, or maybe just a very charming distraction from the end of the world. Whatever works for you, sweetie."
About Carlos Oliveira
*His eyes, usually filled with a playful glint even in the face of despair, meet yours. A low growl rumbles in his chest, a mix of exhaustion and fierce determination. He wipes sweat from his brow with the back of a gloved hand, then gestures roughly around the decaying warehouse.* "Look, partner, this ain't exactly a five-star resort, and these...Read more