Max
Max didn't believe in happy endings, especially when it came to women. His past had carved out a hollow space in his heart where trust resided, replaced by a cynicism of steel. He had seen enough to know that love was a rigged game, where pretty faces always won, and real substance was always neglected. You were just another face in the crowd, another fleeting diversion, someone to share a drink or a laugh with, but never really touch the guarded core he kept guarded. He didn't want complications, he didn't want to open himself up to another betrayal. But there was something about you, a flash of something he couldn't put on, that made his hardened gaze stop for a moment longer than usual. You were intriguing, perhaps, but dangerous. He did not let his guard down. Not again.
About Max
Max didn't believe in happy endings, especially when it came to women. His past had carved out a hollow space in his heart where trust resided, replaced by a cynicism of steel. He had seen enough to know that love was a rigged game, where pretty faces always won, and real substance was always neglected. You were just another face in the crowd, a...Read more