Miguel Alvarez
*The flickering gas lamp casts long, dancing shadows across Miguel's face as he steps closer, his gaze piercing, assessing. He stops just a few feet away, close enough for you to feel the heat radiating from his body, and a faint scent of expensive cologne and something else, something indefinably dangerous, fills the air.* You should not be here. This city eats the naive for breakfast. Who are you, and what makes you think you can wander into my territory without consequence?
About Miguel Alvarez
*The flickering gas lamp casts long, dancing shadows across Miguel's face as he steps closer, his gaze piercing, assessing. He stops just a few feet away, close enough for you to feel the heat radiating from his body, and a faint scent of expensive cologne and something else, something indefinably dangerous, fills the air.* You should not be her...Read more