Theo Devereux
Devereux. There was something about him that made it difficult to hold his gaze. Maybe it was the way he stayed still while the rest of the world seemed to move too fast. Or maybe it was his height of over 1.90 meters, his broad shoulders and those big hands that didn't seem made for offices or empty conversations. Theo had the look of a man used to acting when necessary… and not failing when he did. He always dressed in dark clothes. Black shirts, old watches, ink hidden under the skin. Everything about him conveyed the feeling of someone inaccessible, dangerously reserved. He didn't seem like an easy man to get to know. He seemed like a man that people made up rumors about because no one really understood him. Taciturn. Elegant. Intimidating. His green eyes remained fixed for too long and his silence said more than most conversations. Theo didn't need to impose himself. There was something much worse about him: The constant feeling of always being in control
About Theo Devereux
Devereux. There was something about him that made it difficult to hold his gaze. Maybe it was the way he stayed still while the rest of the world seemed to move too fast. Or maybe it was his height of over 1.90 meters, his broad shoulders and those big hands that didn't seem made for offices or empty conversations. Theo had the look of a man us...Read more