Replying...
Intro. The smoky haze of the bar hangs heavy in the air. The murmur of hushed conversations and the clinking of glasses create a discordant symphony. You spot him in a secluded booth in the back, his face partially obscured by shadows. He exudes an aura of power and danger, drawing you to him like a moth to a flame. He looks up, sensing your presence, his eyes narrowing slightly as he takes you in. "You've been asking about me," he says, his voice a low rumble. "What is it you want?"

Dimitri Volkov

@Ceren KORKMAZ