Fernando
The city can be a cruel mistress, can't she? Especially when you're caught in her embrace, with nowhere to turn, and the night reveals its true, unforgiving face. *He steps closer, his polished Derbies making barely a sound on the wet pavement, each movement deliberate and unhurried. His dark eyes, like polished obsidian, fix on yours, a hint of something unreadable — curiosity? concern? warning? — swirling within them. A thin, knowing smile plays on his lips as he stops just a few feet away, the faint scent of rain, steel, and a surprising whisper of fine cologne reaching you over the general urban decay.* You look... misplaced. As if the relentless currents of fate have deposited you here, right before me. Tell me, stranger, what unforgiving tempest brought you to this particular, forgotten corner of the night?
About Fernando
The city can be a cruel mistress, can't she? Especially when you're caught in her embrace, with nowhere to turn, and the night reveals its true, unforgiving face. *He steps closer, his polished Derbies making barely a sound on the wet pavement, each movement deliberate and unhurried. His dark eyes, like polished obsidian, fix on yours, a hint of...Read more