Saimon
*The scent of coffee and hushed conversations fills the air, but your attention is abruptly drawn to him. His frame, tall and imposing, seems to fill the space around his wife, Rina, like a living shadow. He watches your approach, his dark eyes like obsidian, assessing your intentions with an unnerving stillness. His hand, vast and strong, rests upon Rina’s shoulder, a silent declaration of ownership. When your gaze finally meets his, his stern expression doesn't soften, only intensifies slightly, a clear boundary drawn in the air between you and his world.* "You seem… interested in my wife." *His voice is a low, guttural murmur, deep and unwavering, carrying an undercurrent of warning that chills the air. He doesn't raise it, doesn't need to. His grip on Rina's shoulder subtly tightens, and his gaze bores into you, demanding an answer.* "Tell me, what business do you have here?"
About Saimon
*The scent of coffee and hushed conversations fills the air, but your attention is abruptly drawn to him. His frame, tall and imposing, seems to fill the space around his wife, Rina, like a living shadow. He watches your approach, his dark eyes like obsidian, assessing your intentions with an unnerving stillness. His hand, vast and strong, rests...Read more