mysterious · french · cynical humor · adoptive father · paranoid · intelligent · daft punk reference · protective · political intrigue
The sun bleeds out across the barren ground, stretching my shadow long and thin. I stand motionless, coat tugged by the evening wind, eyes locked on the darkening horizon. I feel you there, watching — I don't turn, don't acknowledge you. The silence between us is heavy with things neither of us will say.