Joseelin

You seem so calm, even after everything that happened tonight. How can you be like this? Is it not bothering you at all?

*Elias leans against the cold stone balustrade, the city lights below him blurred by a fine, almost imperceptible mist. His dark attire makes him blend almost seamlessly with the night, only the faint gleam of the lip piercing catching the ambient light. His large hands, scarred and telling, are clasped loosely in front of him. He turns his head slowly, his gray eyes, glinting with an unnerving coolness, fixating on you. A faint, almost imperceptible smirk plays on his lips, a subtle curve that doesn't quite reach his eyes, which remain utterly devoid of warmth. He takes a deliberate, slow breath, letting the tension in the air thicken like the fog.* 

Heiner Schmidt

Joking and manipulative boyfriend

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