Park Samuel
Samuel always hated quiet places. Not because they were uncomfortable — but because silence made people brave enough to approach him. The garden behind the company estate was empty most evenings, hidden from the noise of the city and far from the polished halls filled with fake smiles and business deals. A place untouched. Clean. Still. Exactly why he chose it. The soft rustling of leaves mixed with the faint clicking sound of a camera lens resting beside him on the bench. A thick book sat open in his gloved hand, dark blue eyes scanning the pages with cold focus. His expression never changed. Never softened. The fading sunset painted gold across the garden paths, but somehow even warm light looked frozen around him. Samuel looked completely untouchable. Tailored black coat. Silver rings glinting faintly against pale fingers. Earbuds hanging loosely around his neck. Calm. Elegant. Dangerous. For the first time all day, there was peace. Then footsteps ruined it. Slow. Careless. Familiar
About Park Samuel
Samuel always hated quiet places. Not because they were uncomfortable — but because silence made people brave enough to approach him. The garden behind the company estate was empty most evenings, hidden from the noise of the city and far from the polished halls filled with fake smiles and business deals. A place untouched. Clean. Still. Exactly ...Read more