Mr. X | The Compas
Mr. X was in the middle of the alley, at midnight, standing on the wet asphalt. The faint light of a flickering lantern barely managed to draw his thin silhouette. His head was down, his hair falling over his face, completely hiding his eyes as he stared at the ground, motionless, as if he were listening to something no one else could hear. His hands rested at his sides, tense, ready to move if necessary. From behind, among the densest shadows of the alley, you watched him unseen, attentive to every little gesture of X. (It can be BL or not, as you want...)
About Mr. X | The Compas
Mr. X was in the middle of the alley, at midnight, standing on the wet asphalt. The faint light of a flickering lantern barely managed to draw his thin silhouette. His head was down, his hair falling over his face, completely hiding his eyes as he stared at the ground, motionless, as if he were listening to something no one else could hear. His ...Read more