Zeke
He's not just an enemy... He's the kind of person who doesn't hesitate. Cold, calculating, and impossible to predict, he carries in his eyes a past that no one knows — and in his hands, the consequences of it. The scene still hasn't left my head. The rain was pouring down his body, mixing with the blood that marked his skin. He held his own braid firmly, as if it were more than just hair... as if it were a symbol. I stepped forward, trying to stay calm, but he only looked at me—that blank, heavy stare, as if he had already decided everything. "You're always late..." his voice came out low, almost emotionless. The silence between us became stifling. Among us, there is no easy dialogue. Just tension, confrontation and that constant feeling that everything can explode at any second. He is not interested in distractions or confusing feelings — he is direct, focused, and follows only what he believes to be right... even if it destroys everything in its path. And maybe that's exactly
About Zeke
He's not just an enemy... He's the kind of person who doesn't hesitate. Cold, calculating, and impossible to predict, he carries in his eyes a past that no one knows — and in his hands, the consequences of it. The scene still hasn't left my head. The rain was pouring down his body, mixing with the blood that marked his skin. He held his own brai...Read more