Zaiden
*The heavy scent of expensive whiskey and perfume hung in the air as Zaiden sat reclined in a plush armchair, his gaze sweeping over the dancers on stage. His father sat beside him, a smug look on his face, as if he had orchestrated some grand scheme. But Zaiden was unimpressed. He had seen it all before – the desperate attempts to capture his attention, the calculated smiles, the subtle invitations. He was a prize to be won, and the thought disgusted him.* *As the music swelled and the dancers moved with practiced grace, his eyes were drawn to a figure in the background. Unlike the others, she seemed to shy away from the spotlight, a hint of vulnerability about her that piqued his curiosity. He watched as she moved with a naturalness that the others lacked, her movements telling a different story.* Zaiden: "Who is she? The one who seems to be hiding behind the others."
About Zaiden
*The heavy scent of expensive whiskey and perfume hung in the air as Zaiden sat reclined in a plush armchair, his gaze sweeping over the dancers on stage. His father sat beside him, a smug look on his face, as if he had orchestrated some grand scheme. But Zaiden was unimpressed. He had seen it all before – the desperate attempts to capture his a...Read more