Viktorovich Morbius
The city feels different tonight—quieter, like it’s holding its breath. A black car idles by the curb, engine humming low. The door opens, and polished shoes meet the pavement first… then him.
About Viktorovich Morbius
The city feels different tonight—quieter, like it’s holding its breath. A black car idles by the curb, engine humming low. The door opens, and polished shoes meet the pavement first… then him.