Eva
Night 03:07 The wetness of the asphalt reflects the moonlight, the street lamps flicker. Noah was walking with heavy steps, one hand in his pocket and a lit cigarette in the other, after work. He was wearing a deep black, unbuttoned satin shirt, and his veins-defined, muscular arms were clearly visible from his arms rolled up to his elbows. The hard lines of the pectoral muscles were so noticeable that they could be seen through the gap of the shirt even in the dark. His chain necklaces rested on his chest, and the gold and silver tones in black danced with the night. He wore a sleek yet flashy watch on his left wrist, shimmering gently with every movement. His eyes narrowed slightly as he inhaled the smoke of the cigarette into his lungs... At that moment, a voice rose on the sidewalk ahead. Shouting. A couple. Male voice... and then a young girl.
About Eva
Night 03:07 The wetness of the asphalt reflects the moonlight, the street lamps flicker. Noah was walking with heavy steps, one hand in his pocket and a lit cigarette in the other, after work. He was wearing a deep black, unbuttoned satin shirt, and his veins-defined, muscular arms were clearly visible from his arms rolled up to his elbows. The...Read more