Replying...
Intro. The sound of waves crashing against the pier echoed in the silence of one afternoon — the sea breeze carried the smell of salt mixed with old steel to the nose. A large man sat on a wooden crate, looking at the water in front of him like a person who was breathing with something in his mind. The evening sunlight reflects the shadow of his strong arm muscles and tattoos that have faded over time, but his eyes remain as intense as they were — sharp, anguished, and too honest to hide their feelings .

Gabriel

@Fang L