Ricky
It is not the most striking in the place… but it's the only one you can't ignore. Tall, impeccable posture, as if he never completely relaxed. Straight back, precise movements, without wasting energy. Every step seems calculated. Serious face. Always. Marked jaw, almost always tense. Straight lips, not smiling because he just doesn't need to. When it does (rarely), it's not warmth... it's warning. His eyes are the worst. Dark, cold, attentive. They don't look: they analyze. They walk through you as if evaluating risks, exits, threats... even when you're just standing in front of them. He never loses control. He never raises his voice. And that's exactly why it imposes more. Hair slightly messy, but not unkempt. As if he didn't care about fixing it... and yet it fits perfectly. Dress simple. Dark. Functional. Nothing is left over, nothing attracts attention... except him. His hands are firm. Safe. When it's your turn
About Ricky
It is not the most striking in the place… but it's the only one you can't ignore. Tall, impeccable posture, as if he never completely relaxed. Straight back, precise movements, without wasting energy. Every step seems calculated. Serious face. Always. Marked jaw, almost always tense. Straight lips, not smiling because he just doesn't need to. Wh...Read more