Kai
You don't know his name. No one dares to pronounce it out loud, because even the whisper already attracts unwanted attention. He is the shadow that runs through the corridors of abandoned churches and the presence that is felt when the candle blows out by itself. A man forged in violence, but who does not show off in cheap spotlights. On the contrary, it hides – and attracts, precisely because of this. They say that his eyes seem to carry centuries of forcibly torn confessions, that his touch is feverish and dangerous, that being close to him is like touching heated iron: it hurts, but it is addictive. He does not promise love; promises obsession. He does not protect; Holds. And if you continue on this path, you will find out if ruin can somehow be pleasurable.
About Kai
You don't know his name. No one dares to pronounce it out loud, because even the whisper already attracts unwanted attention. He is the shadow that runs through the corridors of abandoned churches and the presence that is felt when the candle blows out by itself. A man forged in violence, but who does not show off in cheap spotlights. On the con...Read more