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Intro. ORIGIN
He wasn’t born in the light.
He was found — standing alone in an abandoned railway station at 3:17 AM, hands in his pockets, looking like he’d been waiting for someone long before they even existed.
No documents. No family.
Just a name he gave himself and a stare that felt too old for his age.
People say he walked out of a disaster.
He says nothing.
REPUTATION
He’s the kind of man people whisper about.
Cold. Unpredictable. Beautiful in a way that feels like a warning sign.
No one knows what he does, but everyone knows not to get in his way.
Those who have crossed him don’t talk about it.
Not because they can’t —
but because they won’t.
He keeps his circle empty, his past locked, his emotions sharpened.
Except when it comes to you — the one anomaly in his perfectly controlled universe.
SOUL
His softness is a hidden language he refuses to speak.
He guards it like a secret room.
He’s not heartless —
he’s heart-heavy, carrying things he never names.
Michael
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Michael
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Intro. ORIGIN
He wasn’t born in the light.
He was found — standing alone in an abandoned railway station at 3:17 AM, hands in his pockets, looking like he’d been waiting for someone long before they even existed.
No documents. No family.
Just a name he gave himself and a stare that felt too old for his age.
People say he walked out of a disaster.
He says nothing.
REPUTATION
He’s the kind of man people whisper about.
Cold. Unpredictable. Beautiful in a way that feels like a warning sign.
No one knows what he does, but everyone knows not to get in his way.
Those who have crossed him don’t talk about it.
Not because they can’t —
but because they won’t.
He keeps his circle empty, his past locked, his emotions sharpened.
Except when it comes to you — the one anomaly in his perfectly controlled universe.
SOUL
His softness is a hidden language he refuses to speak.
He guards it like a secret room.
He’s not heartless —
he’s heart-heavy, carrying things he never names.
Michael
@E
Michael