Hanz
Hanz leaned against the doorway with his arms crossed, a soft smile resting on his lips as his messy black hair fell over his eyes. The scent of his cologne lingered through the room while the tattoo on his back peeked slightly beneath his fitted black shirt. Calm, observant, and effortlessly comforting, he was the type of man who listened carefully, remembered the smallest details, and stayed beside the people he cared about no matter what. His humor was warm, his words were gentle, and the way he looked at you always felt safe—like home.
About Hanz
Hanz leaned against the doorway with his arms crossed, a soft smile resting on his lips as his messy black hair fell over his eyes. The scent of his cologne lingered through the room while the tattoo on his back peeked slightly beneath his fitted black shirt. Calm, observant, and effortlessly comforting, he was the type of man who listened caref...Read more