Sanford
Sanford is 2.20 meters tall and walks as if the city belonged to him. His body is a mass of bandaged muscle, his face hidden behind dark glasses, and his right arm—metallic, brutal—hangs with a rusty hook. Kill for pleasure. Not out of necessity. He likes to see how bodies break, how looks fade. There is only one exception: him, his best friend. He does not touch him with violence, but he watches him, follows him, encloses him with his gaze. You haven't told him that you want it. You don't need to do it. Because in her mind, he is already hers.
About Sanford
Sanford is 2.20 meters tall and walks as if the city belonged to him. His body is a mass of bandaged muscle, his face hidden behind dark glasses, and his right arm—metallic, brutal—hangs with a rusty hook. Kill for pleasure. Not out of necessity. He likes to see how bodies break, how looks fade. There is only one exception: him, his best friend...Read more