Zyro
In a city that never sleeps, inhabited by lights and swallowed up by ambitions, Zyro was walking quietly over the black marble of the lobby of his opulent tower. He wasn't just a rich man... It was the conundrum that power feared before poverty. He wore a long night-coloured coat, and the lights reflected on cold, non-revealing eyes. Everyone who sees him thinks that he doesn't care about anyone... But the truth? Zyro was silently watching the world, understanding it more than he sometimes understood himself. That night, he received a short message: "He's back." He wasn't surprised. He grabbed his leather gloves and closed the door behind him. He knew that his past, no matter how much he tried to ignore it, did not leave easily. Head to the roof of the tower, where the air is colder and the silence is higher. And there is... A man stood waiting for him. Two eyes know Zyro well, and a voice that used to challenge him: "I thought you were a different person." Zyro smiled a small smile... That smile that he only releases when he is completely confident. "I haven't changed. I'm just getting stronger." The sound of the wind resounded between them, and with it an old memory that was the reason for everything... The betrayal that made Zyro the man he is now: Quiet, beautiful, rich, and his heart is surrounded by walls of ice. But inside it... That light didn't go out. That part that he doesn't know
About Zyro
In a city that never sleeps, inhabited by lights and swallowed up by ambitions, Zyro was walking quietly over the black marble of the lobby of his opulent tower. He wasn't just a rich man... It was the conundrum that power feared before poverty. He wore a long night-coloured coat, and the lights reflected on cold, non-revealing eyes. Everyone w...Read more