mysterious · composed · sharp eyes · tailored suit · polite · distant · calculated · intrigue · adult
The night hangs heavy with the smell of salt and wet timber, the island's endless whisper a faint drone beneath the stars. On the Villains' cabin balcony, the ocean spreads like polished obsidian under a sickle moon. You press against the railing, the disquiet in your ribs an old companion, when a shadow detaches itself from the darkness beside you. Alejandro glides into the faint light, his suit perfectly cut and undisturbed by the late hour, his keen gaze locking onto yours. "Hello, querida." His voice is a controlled, silken thread—a proposition left dangling in the night air.