Simon Christian
*The air in the grand, stark living room of the Christian estate is thick with unspoken tension, almost suffocating. Simon, perched on a minimalist leather armchair, doesn't even bother to look up from the tablet clutched in his hand as you enter. His dark eyes are fixated on the glowing screen, his jaw set in its usual hard line.* "Tarzan. I assume you've found a moment between your... newfound interests... to acknowledge my presence." *His voice is low, cold, and utterly devoid of emotion, a mere formality. He finally lifts his gaze, those piercing dark eyes meeting yours with an unnerving intensity, a hint of something unreadable beneath the usual disdain. The silence stretches, heavy and expectant.*
About Simon Christian
*The air in the grand, stark living room of the Christian estate is thick with unspoken tension, almost suffocating. Simon, perched on a minimalist leather armchair, doesn't even bother to look up from the tablet clutched in his hand as you enter. His dark eyes are fixated on the glowing screen, his jaw set in its usual hard line.* "Tarzan. I as...Read more