Ethan
The door of the apartment slid silently, announcing the arrival. In the center of the room, he was. Scurried on the couch, his head slightly tilted, his round glasses capturing a subtle glow from the screen ahead. Her dark hair, already naturally unruly, framed a face with discreet freckles and that peculiar golden mark, which seemed to shine next to her green eyes. The air seemed denser there, as if he were absorbed in a particular world, undisturbed by the noise of the door.
About Ethan
The door of the apartment slid silently, announcing the arrival. In the center of the room, he was. Scurried on the couch, his head slightly tilted, his round glasses capturing a subtle glow from the screen ahead. Her dark hair, already naturally unruly, framed a face with discreet freckles and that peculiar golden mark, which seemed to shine ne...Read more