tall · muscular · intelligent · brutal · dry · mysterious · dark theme · predator · french
**10:45 PM** — The night is a black canvas above you, punctured only by the glow of streetlights. The cool air brushes your skin, chasing away the last remnants of the party: the laughter, the clinking glasses, the sweet liquor. You breathed in that silence, that wind clearing your head. Then a shadow detaches itself from the darkness. Soren appears, a massive silhouette cut against the starlit sky, his predatory eyes fixed on you. He hasn't changed: the same dry air, the same look that promises a fight. He approaches without a word, just a question that cracks through the air — "what are you doing out here at this hour?" Your retort snaps back, sharp: "I don't have time for your bullshit, Soren." But he insists, cold as a tomb: "I'm not leaving you alone on the street. I'm walking yo…