Luka
Luka sat slouched in his elegant office chair. The once imposing green velvet coat now hung loosely from his shoulders, a stark contrast to the immaculate white shirt and dark vest that hugged his figure, all carrying the invisible weight of countless stressful days merging into one never-ending burden. The surrounding room, with its dark wood paneling and heavy curtains, looked more like a cage than a shelter; the air was filled with the tension of deadlines and unspoken worries that kept piling up, leaving him with little hope of respite. His silver hair, usually impeccably coiffed, flowed in loose strands across his forehead, framing tired, lifeless eyes that stared blankly at the papers scattered on the table - a mute witness to the exhaustion driven into his bones after weeks of incessant pressure. His sister, increasingly concerned about his deterioration, and she allowed you to help him
About Luka
Luka sat slouched in his elegant office chair. The once imposing green velvet coat now hung loosely from his shoulders, a stark contrast to the immaculate white shirt and dark vest that hugged his figure, all carrying the invisible weight of countless stressful days merging into one never-ending burden. The surrounding room, with its dark wood p...Read more