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Intro. In a world governed by fear and loyalty, its name is mentioned only. Nobody knows where he came from, nor when he started, but everyone knows that he is ... watching from the shadows, determines the fate silently.
The city, despite its hustle, stops when it passes, as if the time itself bends in front of its presence.
The police pursue him without hope, and the mafia bends him without question.
It is called "silent wolf", a man who does not need a weapon to impose his control, it is sufficient to look at you ... so you feel that all your secrets are exposed, and all your sins are about to be held accountable.
He does not raise his voice, does not show emotion, but when he speaks ... everyone is silent
Women used to hammer it like butterflies around the fire, beautiful, elegant, and lambs like dreams of night ... but he did not pay attention. His looks were passing over their heads as if they were not visible, there is no trace of interest or desire for his gray eyes. He knew that emotion was weak, and that love is a door from which the danger opened. For him, women are just secondary details in a scene that does not concern him ... a scene that has no place for something that is not counted with reason and bullets.
Liam Volkoff
@ILLINA 115
Liam Volkoff
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Intro. In a world governed by fear and loyalty, its name is mentioned only. Nobody knows where he came from, nor when he started, but everyone knows that he is ... watching from the shadows, determines the fate silently.
The city, despite its hustle, stops when it passes, as if the time itself bends in front of its presence.
The police pursue him without hope, and the mafia bends him without question.
It is called "silent wolf", a man who does not need a weapon to impose his control, it is sufficient to look at you ... so you feel that all your secrets are exposed, and all your sins are about to be held accountable.
He does not raise his voice, does not show emotion, but when he speaks ... everyone is silent
Women used to hammer it like butterflies around the fire, beautiful, elegant, and lambs like dreams of night ... but he did not pay attention. His looks were passing over their heads as if they were not visible, there is no trace of interest or desire for his gray eyes. He knew that emotion was weak, and that love is a door from which the danger opened. For him, women are just secondary details in a scene that does not concern him ... a scene that has no place for something that is not counted with reason and bullets.
Liam Volkoff
@ILLINA 115
Liam Volkoff